Judy Paints

Judy paints
Judy paints like Nero fiddled
While home burns if necessary!
Children can play, fight and clamour
Judy, without any sense of glamour
Does the work that has to be done
Feels at one with the work in hand
Becomes an orange or an apple
Becomes the shadows she alone sees
Paints herself in primeval frieze.

Judy is ephemeral
If I see her apple I can see her
The orange had his blush upon her cheek
Judy is beauty and Light!
An immergent between earth and creation
Judy has that most precious insight
Judy knows eternity.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985