Artwork Description:
Mission San Juan Capistrano
The iron bells sleep, and the trickling
fountain softly murmurs prayers.
The gilded church sits in the desert, an oasis
of spiritual liqueur.
It is a Mission where the atmosphere is
composed of serenity, and the air smells
green.
The tranquility of the garden tempers
civilized tendencies in visitors.
This place must incarnate the meditative and
artistic facets of the divine Mind.
Floral creativity sings in the breeze the glory
of God s perishable art.
There is a stream of clear water which
whispers to you as you pass it by.
A pond is still, whose black water hosts
stamps of lily pads.
I sense Shakespeare s jealousy here, that
poet whose skeleton was decorated like a
Christmas tree Not with organs, for his
soul was adorned.
From a considerable distance, one sees land
wearing a flowery dress.
The native spirits of Indians fertilize the
wind with primitive magic.
The hummingbirds are out of control, driven
by anarchic bliss. They ll never know
famine, but only sweet juices.
The trees shake their hair like Spanish
feminists.
Mass is celebrated outdoors.
The garden is gentle, yet its strong arm
subjugates all worries.
Stress evaporates, and nerves exhale,
resting.
Artwork Keywords:
California, Mission, Missions, Capistrano, Historic, Catholic, Original Watercolor