Thoughts On a Sundial

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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.

Praying for Green

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I long for green,

my eyes cry out

to breathe in lush,

to end this drought

of colour in a land leached white –

my heart will pray for green tonight.

Salvaged

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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.

Luminosity Candy-Flossed

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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;

your tears

are rainbows,

luminosity candy-flossed,

and you

are

beautiful…

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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

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She had no idea she had it in her.

There was no way to measure

colour,

texture,

quality of light

until

she had been frozen,

burned,

eviscerated,

undone.

Now,

on shivering legs,

she takes her first tentative steps

into a newly forged reality.

She will fall, yes.

She will fail

and hurt

and fumble

but

she will be falling on her own terms,

failing and hurting and fumbling

on turf of her own choosing.

The knowledge

draws hues from

secret source within –

an iridescent radiance,

a glow glazed in the suffering place,

a fountain tapping into

the Deep,

and she oozes

hope…

Being Covered

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Being covered

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.

Until

being covered

in raiment of Another’s choosing

labelled you  Loved!

Loved by sight,

loved for self,

your labour to ‘be’

ceased;

you simply became.

Being covered

enhanced

and

complimented

and

intensified

inherent characteristics

and the you

inside

exploded with colour

and fragrance

and beauty…