Restoration
The picture lies on my art table.
Jesus praying in the garden.
Men sleeping in the background.
It used to hang in the house I grew up in.
I had stored it in my crawl space,
But the frame got flood damaged.
I peeled off crumbling
layers.
Cleaned it up.
Sanitized it.
Now I paint it gold. Shining gold.
Apply a black wash
to look old again.
A new old.
That’s what You do to a soul.
Clean it up, Fix it up.
Person still looks the same.
But a new old.
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