When earth’s last picture is painted

the tubes all twisted and dry

The oldest colors are faded

the youngest critics have died.

We shall rest, faith we shall need it

lie down, an eon or two

Until the master of mankind

calls each of us to a new.

We shall splash a ten league canvas

with brushes of camel’s hair

With fresh new tubes, colors all true

the saints will be present there.

When earth’s last picture, replaced by

this canvas of ten leagues length

No faded colors of days gone

Reborn, we are, with new strength.

Written by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia

All Copyrights Retained 1975

Author’s comments: I re-wrote this piece when I was fifteen years old. I don’t remember ever hearing this poem elsewhere, but obviously I did. I learned that most recently. Only the first four or five lines are the same. The copyright of the original author expired.  I made it my own, hope you enjoy.