National Poetry Month

Did you know that April is National Poetry Month?  Neither did I until I met this spectacular group of women in a book club in San Diego...(you know who you are my dear friends.)  I'm still very intimidated by poetry in general and I admit that don't really put much effort into getting over that intimidation.  But in honor of National Poetry Month and my friends who love it, I always try to read a little something beyond Dr. Seuss in April.  This is the poem that I liked the most this month.

When Earth's Last Picture is Painted

by Rudyard Kipling 

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,

When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, 

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it - lie down for an aeon or two,

Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.

They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;

They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all:

And only he Master shall praise us and only the Master shall blame;

And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,

But each for the joy of the working, and each in his separate star,

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!