Life as Art

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Life as Art

T’wether we twiddle
Whittle or knit
Prepare a meal
Garden a bit
Put up preserves
Or just open the jar
We can be artful
Matters not where we are

To paint a scene
With word or brush
Tell a tall tale
Wi’ some slight brandishment
Comb our hair or help another
To have style and grace
Make others feel at ease
Make a gift delivered to please

Sing and play along the way
Bathe in the light of form
Of being ourselves completely
Creative, with imagination
Glory in a world of wonders given
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Full Face

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Faced

Moments before sunrise,
not long before dawn
a new day truely began
as this journey started fresh
in totally crisp, cold air
with white backdrop of snow
looked up to see the source
of this brilliant light’s glow
fully whole moon shone
through tops of stripped trees
naked branches stark revealed
this face once partially obscurred
as wispy tattered clouds pass
shadows left, then disappeared
came to light in lingering night
smiled a face so gleefully at me
shines just as an angel would
to guide a sure path to heaven
saint or sinner mattered never
darkness lifted, inconsequential
for God has said He gave this light
to show all mankind through any darkest night we must traverse
the face seen, a babe so sweet
innocent, round face
Face of infant Jesus
Christmas week fast approached
Gave thanks for so many gifts
gifts given from pure grace alone
spread joy, love, laughter
ever more by morning’s star
help feed the hungry, clothe the poor
assist anyone less fortunate than us

fully whole
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Blossom

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This song came to me this morning…

Orange Blossom Honey

Yes I am home once more
Back in the fold now…some
Never alone yet lonely still
Almost the same as before

Except for being lonely for him

I remember his eyes true blue
Crying in a heavy downpour
Seems as if just last night
He had grabbed my heart

My everlovin’ broken heart

Had grabbed my hand at last
Only springtime last was clear
Said “Let’s run away together!
And stay together always,forever!”

He led me through a wilderness
To a pretty cabin in the forest
Far into piney woods so deep
On a mountain steep, his to keep

His eyes, have honestly outshown
Any other light I have ever known
His taste, orange blossom honey
Sweet and so completely lasting

Loved me ’til all strength was gone
Only weakness left in us both
When we became most vulnerable
Daddy burst in through his door

With a fully loaded rifle…

Said “My daughter is too young
To be here with you stranger,
To me you’re just some stranger!”
To both of us threatened danger

Loaded me up to take on down
Down to my momma’s valley
Only memories remain of him
He never came around again

To float in this zone beyond
Beyond his love, in desperation
Tho’ this reminder suits me well
Baby to be born any day now

I hope his child looks like him
And still I remember this…
Orange blossom honey
To go with Sassafrass tea
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