With Christa

When Christa swings paintings to waltz on her wall
We cut in with joyance to judge one and all.
The best really thrill us, and some are so great
We’re lifted by passionate pleasure elate.
Then, too, we praise Christa for being the one
To spin through our souls this most glorious sun,
Who’s rays from each wonder strike keen through the heart
All the power of beauty that dawns in high art.
And day after day the sure love of skilled men
Burns ray upon ray through our facebooks again,
And night after night, as our eyelids do close,
With Christa we’re dancing on happiest toes!
Our lives are made fairer, the world’s not all bad;
The glory of art is the great and the glad.

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