Oh greenhouse so lovely, Summer in winter Leaves raise and stand proud Not swirling outside Respites reward for those who seek Places of peace Perches of gaity, unroll like candy Nooks of detail Spots, spikes, holes and shadows Textures bend and spill Sprinkles of water lie on leaf Mirroring architecture Laced with light, laughing Brimming, fluttering faster Red poinsettias smile …
Wash, steam, heat Body loosens Dirt gone, stench wiped Covered with flowers Skin tightens, flakes shed Reminder of death Snakes skin does not grow Parasites it holds Our bodies heal restore Expand, increase, develop None of which we design or control Oh Giver of Life, Passover Lamb Wash us with your blood each day Spirit dwell in us we pray …
The more we comprehend sacrifice, The more we see love. Love of things beautiful and glorious. Just a petal, a spray of perfume. Would a wedding bring tears, Had not the father given the bride? What about the mother bird, Who shelters with her side. The pounding, the cold, the suffering. Love not understood, but we sing. Offering of comfort …
Praise begets praise When our voices raise Thoughts rise with the sun And worship the holy one Golden light doth lay On everything the creator made To feel Him near, And share delight Is like a day never ending in night Lord I love thee with all that I am From a feeble woman to little lamb I was designed …
Watercoloring I will attempt to describe Is an art of painting With Sight Planning ahead Holding the white Protecting its place Holdings it’s lines Water so important It makes the art alive Colors turns to puddles Sprays, and surprise Pooling in places Led for awhile Drying like snowflakes Crystal smiles Mistakes are dabbed with cotton Patience is needed Blended intended …
Wail, a prolonged High pitch cry Of pain, grief, or anger Wail, I wail Again at this place I know it well Salt on face Mascara smeared Quick to recall The past years yowls The howls, moans, groans The pain the darkness Yet Lord you lift my sore neck You bring to mind victory Valiant saints, genuine friends Prayer filled …
Holy One Radiant Beautiful infinite The Sight that, Makes sore eyes The Sight that, Brings souls flight Edges glow Leaves illuminate The sun rises Golden butter Melting on the horizon Sweetness, glow Churning from one day To the next Effortless, brilliance manifest Path or perfect arch Trail drawn in detail Warmth, Delight, Sight Daytime sings before night Sun low clouds …
The sky is a daily exhibit of your might, ever changing from dawn till night. The vastness of color, the brilliance of light, is moving, reassuring a true delight. The speck of me the canvas of you. I am but a dot a stroke or two. Of your masterful hand that composes with care. That billows the clouds and inserts …
Hunt for treasure For beauty, for pleasure Think of what’s lovely and pure Search the sidewalk curbs Grey sky’s grey ground Not much to be found Then I spot a green dot A bud of Life spring caught Continue on the weathered path Sift through garbage and trash Doors of copper shed their skin Knobs of mint blend in Bicycles …