Good art is like music. It should be enjoyed not dissected.
Listen, can you hear it?
Consider beauty
And art
Life from the very start pointed to this
Realize life is beautiful
No words can explain the soul that senses beauty
It just is
And although tainted with transgression
It leaves an impression on all of us
See those moments in life where you are roller skating down a lane and there is peaceful music playing
Or when the sun awakes and the birds keep saying tweet tweet tweet
It is something so sweet and divine
It seems to go against our age in time
Which claims the mind of subjective truth
With cleverness to deceive like an evil sleuth
But to exist truth must point to something objective
and it does
It points to itself
No one else
Therefore the Light of the earth
Came
A woman gave birth and all the same years later the Light illuminated man's shame and blame that made him lame the day he tried robbing God of His fame
And now The Light in His sovereign reign
Continues to do all things for the sake of His name
Offering love, peace, and joy everlasting
The saint receives far more than He's asking when he comes in faith
Superseding the phantom and wraith
With life anew
Whether gentile or Jew
Life is beautiful
And that's why
Because beauty points to an artist
Therefore God points to Himself.