The Grand Artisan

God, the ultimate Artist.
The supreme Scientist.
The intimate presence within,
and throughout this existence.
Regenesis … poetry in motion.
Is she masculine?
Or is he feminine?
Is the answer
beyond our understanding?
Is this life
but an artistic documentary?
Seen through all the agony
and the ecstasy …
the triumph and the tragedy?
Have we truly
been given a free hand
by the Artisan Grand?

Or are we rats in a laboratory?
Are we but particles
within the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
Just mere quarks
traversing the dark?
An infinitesimal part
of a dimension mechanical?
Speaking relativity,
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum.
Is that the universal story?

“The starry host but a breath
of His mouth. Stars forming,
and not a one missing!
Led forth and called by name.”

Is life but the echo
of a big bang smoke ring?
Something so bright
from the darkness of nothing?
Is biodiversity itself,
a missing key?
All tied up in knots
by a Theory of String?
Can a Theory of Everything
actually tell me a thing?
Did a ‘God Particle’
give existence it’s zing?
The universe it’s substance?

Dimensions within,
dancing upon the head of a pin .
Am I by design
an accidental fundamentalist?
A partaker in creation?
Or just a bewildered tourist?
Are we all painting pictures in time?
Drawing a fine line
by celestial design?
Or are we committing
by not admitting …
to the graffiti of all crime?

The Universe unfolding.
Searching for meaning,
with equations empty
and beguiling.
A series of numbers
adding up to zero.
Yet all of nature reveals
there is a hand
conducting the band
… the true Supernatural Hero.

Sifting the ether
for that purity of essence.
Woefully mislaid,
an absence of innocence.
The Consciousness Human,
wonderfully made,
yet a dim reflection,
from a mirror broken.

The Master Craftsman,
hand unseen,
dispersing, dispensing,
expressing,
calling … as behind a curtain.
Yet known
in the very depths of our being.
For, “We are such stuff
as dreams are made of.”
My theory of everything
starts with … In the beginning.

Visions of angels singing
songs of celestial love.
Supernatural the high,
like a cool hand
in a warm glove.
Like a dove electric
transmitting love ecstatic
from Heaven above.
Garlands and rose petals
descending,
with the rising
… the overcoming,
the growing,
the passion desiring.
Gracious beauty abounding.
All in all, and everything
in the midst of Him,
holding together all things.

Out weighing gravity.
Outpacing relativity .
Like a singer of soul
riding the sweeps,
from the highest of highs,
to the deepest of deeps.
In three-quarter time,
playing for keeps.

Flowing through
the Word poetic,
an eclectic prismatic.
The joyful ecstatic
buzzing with angelic static.
As lightening sings
in spiralling rings.
Salvation,
divine restoration,
heaven sent,
revving up the revelation
of the eternally relevant.
(Not the pulling of strings) .

The whirlpool galaxies
all in a spin.
The fullness of the Universe,
beyond all imaginings.
This material realm vibrates
in anticipation.
A fanfare of celebration
for the Author of Creation.

The Most Senior Physicist,
in who’s grasp lies the future,
the past, and all that exists.
His loving presence, forbearance,
and patience, in pursuit of you.
Pursue what is True.
Not the celebrity physicist
and evangelizing atheist who
puts on his lab coat and mysteriously
becomes an expert theologist
(like glimpsing a Zoo
makes you a Zoologist),
who lectures and conjectures.
Puffed up like a puffer fish,
with a shaking fist,
trying to negate the positive
in a petri dish.
Freedom of speech? … Yes!
But please do not preach
on things way beyond
your microscopic reach.
Biology, astronomy,
and theology … all in a twist!

Trapped In a vortex
at the sharp edge of existence.
Always standing in line
behind the sentinels aligned
at the memorial to war.
Yet the whisper of a trace,
the scent of a taste,
of things only hoped for.
Quiet lives,
always longing for more.
Unanswered questions,
big and small,
written on desperate faces,
screaming for an open door.
Perplexed in confusion.
Is faith in big love
just a romantic delusion?

Amid strung out dimensions
of black holes orbiting,
and the cosmos recycling,
a precious pearl is forming.
Star bright, love shining
and overflowing.
With a countenance glowing.
Faith sustaining
. . . Kingdom within.

The universe is but a fuse
held in the palm
of a master technician.
Within a world
of humanoid dysfunction
the big picture
soon to surface
as a circuit breaker is coming.

Witnessing lives of
loud and proud desperation,
citizens of Rebel Nation
begin a riot of confrontation.
Lives of Spirit filled meditation,
interfacing with
the Infra Structuralist,
(better know as Christ Jesus).
Forever interlacing the embracing,
and, with Whom, love is a must.
Upon the carousel of revelation,
the inspiration
of God given imagination.
Does the Artist do it
. . . for recreation?

Nuclear baby booming
war generationals
and seminal millennials
did you see the world dissolving?
Bubbling as in a boiling cauldron
of plastic sin?
But highly valued is your
socially engineered opinion!
Getting back
to the organic garden
with hope, faith, and love
out worked with action,
are the true keys
to planetary restoration.

Struggling through
the barbed wire
of recrimination,
cold and hungry.
Skyclad, and on the run,
throughout the endless
friendless night.
Like Armenian starvation,
the force feeding
of turkish delight,
in the denial of deep spite.
Lost in a place of misdirection.
For the love of God, pleading,
seeking morning’s warming light.
In a strange land
finding the rock solid friend.
Becoming a whole new creation.
A jumpstart to the heart
~ Resurrection.
I’m just beginning to understand,
by the works of His hand,
the smallest strand of a plan.
Designed with love
by the Artisan most grand.

Art … not for art sake.
In the big scheme of things
there’s too much at stake.
True creativity
flows from a place of intimacy
with the passion and the glory
of Holy Divinity . . . and
with the friends that you make.

~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20

Artwork;
L’Annuncio (The Trinity)
~ by Salvador Dali

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Hidden Treasure . . .
found in the bowels of the Vatican.

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Gala ascending … a scene from
Salvador Dali’s bedroom ceiling.

Photography:
David & Linda redpath © 2017-2020
Stefan Redpath © 2020

“Art is the highest form of hope.”
~Gerhard Richter

149 thoughts on “The Grand Artisan”

    1. “I know nothing.” ~ Plato
      When all seems Greek to me
      …. I’m with him 🤔
      But perhaps forgetting all
      that we think that we know
      is the beginning of wisdom?
      Thanks Bojana for taking a
      peek in my petri dish 😎

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    2. Agree 👏 Bulk of humanity are rats in a Rat Race. But I know many (though a very very small percentage) who quit the race and are leading blessed lives.
      The day we know Theory of Everything we will become The Great Artist 😊🙏
      For me ; I am perfectly happy to accept that : I don’t know 🤷‍♂️

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      1. That reminds me of a song, Ashok.

        “While one who sings
        with his tongue on fire
        Gargles in the rat race choir
        Bent out of shape
        from society’s pliers
        Cares not to come up any higher
        But rather get you down
        in the hole that he’s in”
        ~ Bob Dylan

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  1. David
    You’ve done it again
    You let your poetic genius shine
    The Grand Artisan
    When I consider the heavens, the work of his fingers, the moon and the stars, which he has flung into existence in such a poetic way, I know he is the greatest poet of all time
    We his rats yes
    In an experiment
    That the Grand Artisan holds the strings
    Such a lovely post:)🌺

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    1. I prefer to identify as a guinea pig 😎
      Yes, the results of much experimentation
      are not yet in … but the light is dawning.
      Thank you Stella for your words of positivity.

      Love is but a song to sing
      Fear’s the way we die
      You can make the mountains ring
      Or make the angels cry
      Though the bird is on the wing
      And you may not know why

      Some may come and some may go
      We shall surely pass
      When the one that left us here
      Returns for us at last
      We are but a moment’s sunlight
      Fading in the grass

      Come on people now
      Smile on your brother
      Everybody get together
      Try to love one another
      Right now

      ~ The Youngbloods

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      1. I love that song and have heard it many times but seeing the lyrics there made me see it different. Such wonderful lyrics and thank for sharing! I like when you share lyrics. I’ll have that one in my head in my sleep lol!:)

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  2. Wow…as a writer, I know how difficult it is to write a long poem, let alone one that is filled with science, religion, and incredible metaphors! My goodness…your writing just leaves me in awe. But I agree with this poem 100%, the Supreme Creator is far more than what the mind of man can contemplate. If only all people revered and respected Him that way, this world would be a far different place. Thank you.

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    1. Greatly appreciated, Melissa 🙏
      Yes, the Creator’s ways are so much higher
      than our ways. I guess that’s why his postal
      address is . . . The Most High, c/- Eternity.
      But the Spirit searches the deep things, and
      in synchronicity, we can catch a holy glimpse.

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    1. Yes, I think my head was exploding
      at the maximum speed of metaphysical
      hyperrealism, to the sounds of the
      Pointer Sisters doing a Neutron Dance.
      But always in the style of Rafael, whilst
      Gala drank tea with the Spheres 😎😱😲
      Thanks Don for viewing 🙏

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  3. My pagan heart and my post-modern mind recognizes a work of wonderful witness, David. For witness is everything.
    And the great Rilke has come to me for you: The Book of Hours, Prayers to a Lowly God:
    Blessings. Many such! Sarah

    And yet, though everybody seeks to get away
    from self as from a cell that hates and keeps
    its prisoner in, the greatest miracle is
    knowing that still ALL LIFE IS LIVED.
    But who does live it? Is it things
    which, like an unplayed melody,
    hang about a harp at night?
    Is it the winds that come from the sea,
    Is it the branches that give each other signs,
    Is it the flowers that release their scent,
    Is it the long and ancient alleys?
    Is it the warm-blooded animals that walk,
    Is it the birds that rise up from valleys?
    Who lives life really, Is it you, God?
    You are the Ancient One, ………..

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    1. Thank you very much, Sarah,
      for that touch of Rilke 🙏

      “Spring has returned.
      The Earth is like a child
      that knows poems.”

      “The only journey is the one within.”
      ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

      “The Kingdom of God is within you.”
      ~ Jesus

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    1. I especially dressed as a bewildered tourist
      for my mission to penetrate the Vatican.
      It seemed to work, as the Swiss Guards
      didn’t give me a second glance 😎
      So I managed to liberate a couple of
      Dali artworks. Nobody seemed to noticed.
      Thanks Victoria for taking the chance 🙏

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  4. Time: negative Infinity to positive Infinity. Like my first grade catechism: God always was… always will be. Even back then, the mystery of it all it was a mind-blower to me. Thanx for the mind-crackings and the Salvador Dali attachments. He is one of my artistic heroes.

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    1. An interesting point, Loujen.
      Stephen Hawking was certain that the
      material universe was created from zero
      by simply dividing a big fat ‘nothing’ into
      positive and negative ‘somethings’.
      It takes pure genius to come up with that.
      Try as we might, impossible to imagine
      the infinite genius to actually do it 🤔
      Thanks for partaking in the WordPress
      communal Kool-Aid Acid Test, Loujen 😎

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  5. You are such a talent and man, my my. 😍
    And dude, your photographical presence is fabulous. Hair, sunglasses, style. Always gets me. You post awesome pictures, beautiful, incredible. Makes me wish I was there. But my favorites are hands down, the ones of you.

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    1. Talkin’ Peony Crush …💋
      you’re makin’ me blush 🥴
      I was on my Sunday best🙏
      when that pic taken, as I was
      stealthily infiltratin’ the Vatican 😇
      Thanks for comin’ along in spirit 😎
      (that way you’re not an accomplice
      to any misdemeanor I get away with) 💖

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  6. Beautiful artworks and poem as always, David! You really are so talented… Your poem is full of philosophical, existential, cosmic, spiritual and religious insights, so reflective. I like the flow and the occasional rhyming that always brings me back to the Beat Poets like Ginsberg or Kerouac. These are the parts of your piece that resonate with me most strongly:
    “Is life but the echo
    of a big bang smoke ring?
    Something so bright
    from the darkness of nothing?”
    “Am I by design
    an accidental fundamentalist?
    A partaker in creation,
    or just a bewildered tourist?
    Are we all painting pictures in time?”
    “Is faith in love
    … but a delusion?” (this one connects with my recently posted poem “The Inner Voice of Delusion”. Love this connection!)
    The end of your poem is equally powerful. Yes, creativity coming from intimacy. Love this, plus God’s intervention “and with the friends that you make”. This last line made me smile. Yes, friends are the only human beings we can choose to associate with during our lifetime as we do not choose family nor bosses nor work colleagues.
    Well done, my friend, and thank you for reading and commenting my humble posts.

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    1. Marta, I truly cherish the moments
      visiting your most poetic posts.
      So glad you connected with my offering.
      For writing is all about connection,
      with the power & freedom of expression.
      And all the better if it’s a heart thing
      . . . amb molta sensació 💛

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  7. A poem filled with wisdom and divine reflection, David.
    Every line seems to convey a profound thought and insight.
    An avid punster myself, I enjoyed the puns you spaced at varying intervals.
    Lines such as “Armenian starvation, the forced feeding of Turkish delight”.

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    1. Keep that one to yourself, thanks Chris.
      Recep Erdogan may not like it . . .
      so best not clash, nor Rock the Casbah 😎
      For some would have us forget
      that Ottoman attempt at genocide.
      Thanks for taking a long walk
      on the Highway Bloggery side 🙏

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  8. Amazing! Grazie!
    A beautiful poem David, love it. I see arrays of lines, all gleaming with truth, reflection and inspirations.
    I am a novice blogger and was just exploring my reader when I came across this wonderful blog.

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    1. Thank you exceedingly … to the extremity Charlie 🙏
      I feel that perhaps I just tap the ethereal 🤔
      ethernet, and take down some shorthand ✋
      dictation. I think a poet does need to keep
      an ear👂 to the wind 🌀

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  9. OH MY GOD, DAVID!!! Thank You for this. Man. You are as wonderfully relentless in Your art/expression as God is with Love. Astounding. I read this outloud and laughed and cried and once again was swept up in incredible urgency. It’s just wonderful reading You. And I had never seen some of these Dali peices. WOW. I can’t imagine how it felt standing before them. Before all this mind-blowing art. Cheers to You!!! I hope You and Your Beautiful Lady are having a blast on Your ever-unfolding romp!!! 🤗💖😊

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    1. Thank you exceedingly, Katy.
      Yes, life is a grand privilege, but heavy
      laden for the downtrodden & ravaged.
      I was looking for the Chambers of Secrets,
      hidden deep in the Vatican basement, when
      I stumbled upon the Dali paintings. Salvador
      himself had presented them to the Pope.
      But being an art critic, and a renaissance
      fan, the Pope consigned them to the deep,
      with a prayer Salvador’s soul to keep.
      Thanks for your good wishes, Katy.
      I, and my lovely lady, are getting ready to
      drive all the way to the Gulf of Carpentaria
      to see what we can discover 🙏💛

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      1. Lord have Mercy. What a gift!!! Like being handed his soul! I’m so happy Y’all stumbled upon them. Glorious surprise! I hope Ya’ll have a great, wonder filled wander and look forward to seeing what comes next in the Grand Adventures of DavLin!!! Cheers and Bon Voyage! 🤗❤️😊

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  10. Well done brother. A thought on “the god particle”. Science ( The culture of “modern science”) tells us that God as we know Him does not exist. & yet they also tell us that there are entire Universes & dimensions that remain unseen & unmeasured. They cannot even perceive the fullness of creation but they still think that they know it all. As if a goldfish living in the bowl is an expert on the sea.

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  11. A touch of melancholy but true, dear!!How much you are emotional, my dear!! This is true reality of the world in which many paradoxical things are presented. Only Love is the cure💗💙💚💛💜💞

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    1. No, but I believe it is regarded as the
      ultimate Dali collection. Hope to get
      there one day. Spent a mesmerising
      day at Dali House in Figueres. And the
      Dali Espace at Montmartre was well
      worth the trip. Sadly, didn’t have the
      time to visit his house at Port Lligat.

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  12. If spiritual arms could cross distances… I guess this is what they look like… the arms of god, creative energy, itself…
    thank you for this incredible series of gifts to us all, David… a taste of all, a taste of everything, a channeling, a divine breath… a whisper
    in a voice
    made of heavy light…
    thank you.
    🌟

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    1. Thank you for your good vibrations,
      Lia. You’ve inspired me to dig a bit
      deeper …

      There’s a light
      with a heavenly glow
      A whisper light as a feather
      To listen
      ever a choice
      Yet the weight
      of eternity echoes
      at the sound of that voice
      It is good with my soul
      as I’ve had
      a celestial taste
      And a touch
      of what makes us whole

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      1. Alan Redpath the evangelist? 🤔
        All the Redpaths came from a small
        Scottish village, near Melrose
        (Sir Walter Scott territory). So,
        I believe we are all related. I visited
        the village of Redpath a few years
        ago, and there were none left there.
        They had all left for fame & fortune
        elsewhere 😎

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      2. The old Redpath school room,
        now being used as a community
        hall, (as there are sadly not enough
        children left in the village) has a
        ‘Wall of Honour’ for those Redpaths
        who’ve made a splash out in the wide
        world. In first place is a Canadian
        Redpath, very successful, who
        returned to get married in the
        ancestral village. I didn’t make a
        note of his name, but I was told
        he’s big business back in Canada.
        Melrose was one of the most
        pleasant villages we stopped at
        on our Scottish trek, prior to driving
        all around the north coast along
        the Route 500. Well worth the trip.

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      3. Interesting. Perhaps I’ll check the school room out myself when I’m in Scotland in the spring (with a planned trip to the north as well). Thanks for taking the time to comment 🙂 I really appreciate your blog. Your work is amazing!

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  13. Wow I don’t know how to comment on this except to say beautifully written prose about the answer to life. The paintings are also stunning. I am glad I have the answer and experienced the truth
    Several times. Once by being giving a much to strong blood pressure medication which stopped my heart for a few minutes. God is on my shoulder. This is an incredibly thought provoking piece. Thank you. Love 💕 Joni

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    1. Greatly appreciated, Joni 🙏
      I have seen, and myself been in,
      some close encounters with the
      eternal. Only those who have know
      God’s divine intervention in such
      situations can truly relate.
      Thanks for the affirmation 😎💛

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  14. It’s a wonderfully poetic ‘n’ picturesque ride you’re taking us on… “Can a Theory of Everything / actually tell me a thing?” Who on earth knows! And, its true, in my view, that without art, there ain’t no hope.

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    1. Glad you could join the expedition,
      Anna. Yes, there’s a reason they’re
      called theories. Ideas attempting
      to explain the unknown.
      Hope is the substance
      that imagination is built upon.
      If love can tear us apart,
      then a greater love can
      put us back together again.
      I have faith in a higher love.

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    1. Partakers in creation
      Expressions of divine perfection
      Reflections in the headlights
      of magnificence
      What more can one ask for?
      Despite the belligerence
      of the malicious mediocrity
      For there be a celestial open door
      This existence belongs to the artist

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  15. a true tour de force; I like to mix it up: the early part of your poem asks the same sort of questions as Slowly Slowly does in its ripper little track ‘Jellyfish’. I did get lost in the poetry after a while but appreciated you are dealing with deep issues. I loved the line,’I’m just beginning to understand, by the work of His hand, the smallest strand of a plan …’. I too am a fan of Dali. I love how you mix poetry with painting

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    1. Thanks for sticking it out with my
      little wandering exodus, John 😎
      I appreciate your feedback 🙏
      I guess if your spend time roaming
      the wilderness, it gets reflected in
      what what you write 🔄 🔃
      If you ever visit Spain, Dali’s house
      in Figueres, is a surrealistic must.

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