Creator’s Art

What do these men read?
Of noble words? Heavenly thoughts?
Reading prayers?
Interpreting a creator’s art?

What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?

Would they know?
The creator’s voice?
That reverberates within…?
That they do not hear?

They read…yet not listen,
A work of an art,
A piece of his life,
And distort the words,

I sit back, stare…perplexed…
What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?