Kinkade

I didn't believe it.

I read it, but couldn't take it in.

Your hand that painted soft yellow glow

From lovely cottage windows

One night put your brushes away

For the last time.

Was the warmth and light

in your portraits

The very thing you sought

For yourself

Did you know

How loved you are

Were you looking for a warm room

Full of people who know you

and love you

 

I will miss you

I will miss your art

But most of all

I sorrow for the light

that was you, that dimmed

And slowly faded away.

Thank you, Thomas,

For blessing us

With so much beauty,
And I know you are gracing Heaven
With the beauty of your eternal spirit.