Hi Sarah-Jane,
Here's a painting I'm rather fond of from the Musee d'Orsay (and wikimedia), and a poem to accompany it.
Cheers,
John
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/F...%27s_Curse.jpg
Cain’s Song
I serve an unforgiving God.
He tells me high. He tells me low.
He is above and I below.
It is His job to poke and prod
me into betterment. I plod
from Spring to Winter, seed to snow,
as if I had someplace to go.
I am acquainted with the rod.
Though not a supple man, I bend –
but never far enough to mend
our broken covenant. His thumb
is on the scale, world without end.
If my voice lifts, let us pretend
I'm singing. Let the angels come.