My Writings

Accepting the Dawn  

The heart of dawn rests in the haven of our expression as nature moves over thee and me.  Let this parting and quaking encumber everything divine, and may this departing night restore unto us the radiant glow of truth.  Illusionary malcontent and visions of nothing but the grave be no more, as flight and fancy encircle our dreams. May the beams of light evacuate

our darkness, and

it is no more.

Love is fair and bold  Strong and everlasting is your kiss

And I am helpless but to gaze upon your lips

That part just for me and lavish me with the wetness of dew

And the extravagant witness...

of God in you.

Art thoughts

The Serenade

The windows of life perpetuate a glow that is perfected in the eyes of the beholder.

A glorious intent turns into art, as the heart in man is softened and in comes the Masters hands, and while He's there...the violin of holiness serenades the receiver.

we can do this babe.....we are soft but tough, the essence of 1,000, our spirits are resilient and the force of love bellows out from every ounce of spirit we hold so dear.....The life force that permeates the ability to create...thus gives us the edge......

No matter how beaten down the forces attack us, we are that we are, as God is I am, that I am....and so we stomp onto the battle ground, if but in tears...we will fight to the end, love and embrace the ones God has given us and be thankful for the blood force the Savior penetrates us with.

The Artist Creed

Though we are few, we can be many, though we are faint, we need not fall.

Though we might waver, be are not offended. We have a Savior we can call.

Though we are weary, we are not beaten, though we are battered we hear the call.

Though our palettes just might be tainted, we know the Master of us all.

We hear Jehovah, on the pathway, we see Messiah down the hall.

We feel the road He paved in glory, and we’ll paint it brave and tall.

Angels in waiting

Friendship is knowing the warmth of a smile, the petals of gladness the song of the child. Life is the essence of playtime at noon; a heart is for giving and knowing one too. A rose is for saying I love you with grace, in heaven or earth I gaze at your face. If ever you wonder and can't find the hue, hand me a brush and I’ll paint it for you.

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