One of the beauties of working in a Christian high school is that we start the day with devotions. Each teacher does this differently, which is an unpredictable benefit, as well, as each teacher brings faith into the classroom from their vantage point.
Last week, in an art class, the teacher began his devotions speaking of the art and poetry, of Michelangelo. Until then, I was unaware that this well known artist’s ‘other’ talent and was quite captivated by the following poem.
On the Brink of Death
Now hath my life across a stormy sea
Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all
Are bidden, ere the final reckoning fall
Of good and evil for eternity.
Now know I well how that fond phantasy
Which made my soul the worshipper and thrall
Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal
Is that which all men seek unwillingly.
Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed,
What are they when the double death is nigh?
The one I know for sure, the other dread.
Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest
My soul that turns to His great love on high,
Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
Written in the later years of his life, On the Brink of Death, speaks to Michelangelo's awareness of his coming end, reprioritizing of what makes up his life and what is to come.
The lines that grabbed me were,
"painting nor sculpture
now can lull to rest
my soul ..."
Ahhh! That which, in this life calms (or lulls to rest) my soul ...
I think his words settled on my heart because,
At the end of each summer school/work break ...
a break from 'people' work ...
a break when I immerse myself in 'hand' work ...
as I put away my paint brushes, my hammers, my power tools and caulking guns ...
I always sigh to myself, knowing that my hands-on creative season is over. I have to comfort myself with the belief that is was enough to carry me through the months ahead.
But, I can also know and say (as that famous creative),
(my soul) "turns to His great love on high"
And in Him, in his love, my creative soul can find rest and purpose.


