This is a Holy place
This chaotic crucible
Your Presence undeniable
Even if only considered
In retrospect
Your footprints firm
In the absence of my own
The struggle numbs
My shrieking skin
To the pressure of safe
Sure
Arms
Written 2 weeks ago, while seated in the cafe at the hospital during a welcome hour's break, the day after yet another ambulance ride with my semi-conscious son post hypoglycemic seizure. It's been a rough year, but we're ok. The poems come less often, but are always a gift of grace.
(pic is my first ever oil painting)
8 Wild Comments:
The poems are always a gift for me too, gracie. I was wondering if your little boy was well. This poem in particular tells us exactly how you feel. My prayers are for health, hope and healing for you and your family, especially your son. I love the way you've used light in your painting. That's how I often think of God - as pure light - healing light.
if you need more oil for your paintings i have a good source.
Candy... you are even sweeter than your name! so glad you're still here.
bilbo... I think the traditional ingredient is linseed, not macadamia, oil!! you never know... could revolutionise the art world.
Beauty in your painting. Beauty in your poem. Beauty in the loving-care you lavish on your son.
wilsonian, thank you, the beholder also has beautiful eyes!
heyo, if that's what you can create first time around, you have incredible artistic talent gracie.
you have had a rough year - my xmas wish for you is that 2008 brings a brand new blessed year into being for you and yours
Of course I'm still here. Where else would I be? Except maybe on facebook. :o)
Go Gracie!! Keep painting - if this is your first piccy ... whoa-o-o ... it's g o o d! And putting words to it, out of the anguish of such a frightening place ... well darling friend, maybe there is an amazing synthesis of the many facets of art God has blessed you with happening here ... wonder what music you would be playing/composing as we looked on the art and heard the words?
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