Portrait of a Prophet

    “Portrait of a Prophet,” Friend, Aug. 2010, 10

    Portrait of a Prophet

    Clean white paper on the table,

    Sharpened pencil in my hand,

    I said a prayer within my heart,

    Breathed deep, and began.

    I started with his eyes,

    Trying not to miss a wrinkle.

    They revealed his spirit’s youth,

    Friendly with a twinkle.

    Light reflected on his nose,

    Which I tried to capture.

    But his greatest light was within,

    Drawn by the Master.

    A gentle smile formed

    At the corners of his mouth.

    When the prophet speaks, I’ll listen;

    His words I’ll never doubt.

    Illustration by Brad Teare