Salvaged

watercolortrees

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

willowsnowblower

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!