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O Thou Art All My Art — a poem of praise to my muse: Love
You taught the birds on high to sing,
Enthroned and crowned me as a king;
You taught the rainbow how to glow;
O Love, you lift me up to fly on mighty wings.
No matter what I write, I know
That you are there, waiting below:
For all my art, you are my muse.
O Love, you give me grace to be myself: to grow.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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