"Whispers in the Wind"
(within this painting is written the following poem written by me)
Leave your fears, worries, concerns, and deepest thoughts
amongst the cattails in the light of the full moon.
God’s little angels will dance amongst the stalks at the water’s edge
as your prayers are whispered in the wind.
Upon their wings, the softest pillows, your words will rest
as these winged messengers carry them heavenward.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
Fear not, worry not, your heart, full of worry, will not remain heavy.
Upon the wings of dragonflies, the thoughts that weigh upon you,
will become light as a feather
as these night fliers flit and flutter about the moonlit night.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
Wander no more, but stand upon the water’s edge and whisper into the cattails there.
Words of sorrow, words of wonder, words of worldly things…
Whisper them amongst the cattails and watch them
fly away on dragonfly wings.
God will hear them and whisper back
words of wisdom and of love.
Return again to the water’s edge and listen carefully.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
amongst the cattails in the light of the full moon.
God’s little angels will dance amongst the stalks at the water’s edge
as your prayers are whispered in the wind.
Upon their wings, the softest pillows, your words will rest
as these winged messengers carry them heavenward.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
Fear not, worry not, your heart, full of worry, will not remain heavy.
Upon the wings of dragonflies, the thoughts that weigh upon you,
will become light as a feather
as these night fliers flit and flutter about the moonlit night.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
Wander no more, but stand upon the water’s edge and whisper into the cattails there.
Words of sorrow, words of wonder, words of worldly things…
Whisper them amongst the cattails and watch them
fly away on dragonfly wings.
God will hear them and whisper back
words of wisdom and of love.
Return again to the water’s edge and listen carefully.
Do you hear that still, small voice whispering back at you?
"Fire Flower"
This piece was inspired by the following creative writing:
Once upon a time, deep within a thick, dark forest, there was a flower. The flower lie trapped beneath the blackest of soils, unable to move or grow. The other plants and creatures of the forest did nothing to help the poor flower, and wo...uld instead pack the flower deeper within the soil as they trod upon it. The flower wanted so badly to be able to raise her face toward the sunlight and feel the warm breeze upon her delicate, white petals. But how? How could this small, tender flower push through all the obstacles the mighty forest threw down at her? It seemed an impossible task. Every time she tried to poke through the thick, black muck, a passerby, paying no attention to the flower’s struggle, would trample upon her. And so, back into the darkness she would fall, alone and broken.
One day, a team of forest rangers surveyed the thick, dark forest and realized that some changes needed to be made. The forest was becoming too thick and too overrun with parasites and plants whose existence served only to choke out and prevent other flora from blossoming and reaching their full potential. The forest rangers conducted a controlled burn, because fire causes change and change has its own value. As the red, orange, and yellow flames consumed the forest, the forest rangers stood near, assuring that the fire did not overwhelm the forest and destroy it altogether, for the fire was meant to change not destroy.
The flower was scared of the fire at first, but once the wave of heat had passed over her, she was immediately rejuvenated. The weight of the soil and the forest above her had lightened, and for the first time in her life, she felt strong enough to make the move she had desperately tried to make for so very long. Slowly and timidly she poked her head through the black soil and, reassured by the warm embrace of the fire around her, rose up and raised her head of petals toward the sky for the very first time. Her stem, still bent and weak from years of being trampled upon, held strong, and she stretched out her leaves to soak in the warmth of the sun. The forest rangers marveled at the flower’s beauty and strength but saw that she still needed a lot of love and support. For although the flower and made it through the darkness, she still felt broken, fractured and alone.
On Angel's Wings
Detail of "On Angel's Wings"
Written along the vines in this painting are the words of the following poem, adapted from the hymn, "On Eagle's Wings":
He will raise you up on angels' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the moon,
and hold you in the palm of his hand.
The thorns of this life will never capture you,
and hardship will bring you no fear.
Under his wings, your refuge, his faithfulness, your shield.
He will raise you up on angels' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the moon,
and hold you in the palm of his hand.
The thorns of this life will never capture you
and hardship will bring you no fear.
Under his wings, your refuge, his faithfulness, your shield.
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the moon,
and hold you in the palm of his hand.
The thorns of this life will never capture you,
and hardship will bring you no fear.
Under his wings, your refuge, his faithfulness, your shield.
He will raise you up on angels' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the moon,
and hold you in the palm of his hand.
The thorns of this life will never capture you
and hardship will bring you no fear.
Under his wings, your refuge, his faithfulness, your shield.
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