Hour of the Soul
by Steve Shanks
30"x40" OIL on stretched canvas
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Walt Whitman (18191892). Leaves of Grass.
copyright steve shanks 2006 - all rights reserved
