Dapple me dainty in cinnamon shade,
Shade me autumnal in copper-brushed suede;
Suede me secluded where peace wanders prime,
Prime me persuaded, a stitch sewn in Time.
Paint my skin in springtime shades,
warm the tones of cold judgement.
Let Light wash over my frozen opinions
and brush aside arrogance and pride,
covering that powerful streak of stubborn selfishness
with magnificent magenta mercy,
graceful gouache glory.
Frame my life’s context
against the wall of Your gallery,
anoint my head with oils and pastels,
running over into lithographed lap.
For I am but a copy
until Your fingers draw out the Original;
I am but a replica
until Your signature calls me Salvaged.
If you’re under such unbearable pressure
that your cells explode,
sombre soul snow-shrapnel
hurled from toothsome tines,
do take the time
to look about you
as you arc through baby blue skies;
Sunlight, moisture, and the throb of a mighty engine -a recipe for gorgeous! My husband was busy with the snow-blower this week, and I was thrilled to see the arcing rainbows and glittering waves of colour darting about among those hapless snowflakes. What a vibrant lesson on finding beauty in even those difficult places in our lives!
She had no idea she had it in her.
There was no way to measure
quality of light
she had been frozen,
on shivering legs,
she takes her first tentative steps
into a newly forged reality.
She will fall, yes.
She will fail
she will be falling on her own terms,
failing and hurting and fumbling
on turf of her own choosing.
draws hues from
secret source within –
an iridescent radiance,
a glow glazed in the suffering place,
a fountain tapping into
and she oozes
in raiment of another’s choosing
labelled you Lost.
Lost to sight,
lost to self,
you laboured to be
whatever you were called,
and laboured in vain.
in raiment of Another’s choosing
labelled you Loved!
Loved by sight,
loved for self,
your labour to ‘be’
you simply became.
and the you
exploded with colour