The Gift.

Lights switched on,
Camera actioned.
Lego blocks made for building,
Used for stop motion filming.

Captured in my cutaways,
The sky’s dusky blue.
You were ever present,
Before I ever knew.

It was back then that You gave me this gift.
One that has remained with me ever since.
The desire I cannot shake.
A hunger to make.

A gift that holds great power. 
So often misused and abused.
Selling a product that consumers don’t need.
Or used as propaganda, to deceive. 

A beautiful gift that must be sold to survive.
Great artists starve and lose their minds.
And when there’s no commission, I feel so worthless.
This gift I was given, has become like a curse.

I over-fixate.
The gift becomes a god.
I know it wasn’t given to break my heart.
But I let it become a golden calf.

It was given to share. 
To help others see Your face.
Not to preach what to do. 
But to help them experience You.

- a journal entry by Ello van Haeften