
Today’s art by Paul is a watercolor pencil drawing. These wild areas were special favorites of the artist. I also have a fondness for this time of year, when things begin to go into a metamorphic state. All leading to wondrous colors that only God can create. It also signals more change to come as the days of summer fade into the past. Change is good, for the most part. We should look forward to it rather than looking at it as difficult. I pray that these coming days bring delight to everyone who can experience the abundance of God’s artistry.
A sweet hint of inspiration and light upon the bay,
The quiet indication of sights we see each day,
A lonely craft cuts through the waves, the sky with clouds entwines,
The trees turn red and yellow now, as part God’s design,
A placid lake, a peaceful scene, pastoral in its wake,
The sky is filled with majesty, a back seat it will take,
Encased with skeletal remains of empty, withered branches,
The trees give way to loneliness, a change of circumstances,
Soon snow will fill these longing arms, with life to come once more,
The deadly grip of winter’s hold, we simply can’t ignore,
Yet with each season life returns, vitality restored,
Life will go on eternally, to places unexplored.
“Whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are of good report, think upon these things” The only way to overcome the deadly grip. Lovely poem and art, Kathy.
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Thank you for your kind comment.
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Old age is the autumn of life – Spring reminds us of the resurrection life to come…. faithfulness here holds the promise of our life THERE.
Loved the poem.
Blessings
BT
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Thank you.
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