Maybe it was a graduation present?
Perhaps God had finally promoted Michelangelo
to angel status?
And had invited him
to paint a Summer Solstice Sunset,
as a gift to Pacha Mama?
The Sistine Chapel ceiling
was simply a warmup;
a chance to experiment
with a palette of colors,
and to try his hand
at upside-down painting.
So, the Father gave him this new commission
“Go for it, son!”
The result made even God
suck in His breath,
And it sure as hell
– sorry, I didn’t mean to say that –
took my breath away.
There was nothing subtle about this effort.
Taking his most vibrant colors:
blues, reds, yellows and black,
he practically chiseled them
into the heavenly canvas,
using his stiffest brush.
Realizing that he was quickly running out of daylight,
he feverishly, yet brilliantly,
spent another 20 minutes improving on it.
With deft, determined strokes,
he deepened the colors;
building to a stunning crescendo.
As he had done
during his previous incarnation,
Michelangelo painted himself,
into this latest piece:
under a great pink cloud,
if you look closely,
you will see a pastel-pink angel,
hands and wings extended,
across his masterpiece.
A brave tree wiggles its way upwards
from the horizon,
like a tentative sperm
penetrating the great, heavenly egg;
seeking to forge a love-connection
between Mother Earth
And Father Sky,
in a compassion-conceived covenant
to give birth
Tír na nÓg
Fr. Seán ÓLaoire, PhD
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