Through misty eyes I feel the pain
Of ministry heartfelt that others disdain
Fervent faith, and labours keen
Works, in the eyes of others unseen
While these feelings – I well understand
As one who has served God’s commands
My misty eyes are for another
One who was my Christian brother
His reputation in the faith now soiled
By his later actions when to the world he recoiled
I speak of Van Gogh of painting fame
Whose journey from minister to the insane
His ministry by the establishment rebuffed
He downhearted had had enough
And so his life of art , excess, and pain
Is how most now remember his name
Although he was like all men flawed
I know his work was seen by God
Padre
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Bravo! When we were on Italy before the virus hit, we went to an art presentation where his works were on every wall? It was like being on the pictures. I didn’t know that he was a minister once. I know the horror of depression. Wonderful post.
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Here is an article that you might find interesting: https://medium.com/george-st-gallery/van-gogh-was-a-pastor-before-he-was-a-painter-1d3744babc8e
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Thank you. I enjoyed it.
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Good one!!!
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Beautiful and heartfelt, Padre. Vincent is a source of many mixed emotions, within himself, and for those reading his story. Lots of lessons to be learned within both.
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Seen by God, and now seen by so many. Such a shame he had to suffer for so much of his life!
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An honourable homage to the great artist and a killer last line – well done!
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Oh and here I thought it was those starry eyes… but the mist of insanity maybe.
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