A pad full of paper, A pencil in hand,A mind for creating, These all go hand in hand. Lines shapes and curves, From a mind with intention. Images form and emerge,Throughout two dimensions. Put color to page,Color sets all in motion.Like the reds in a fire, Or the blues of the ocean. Art brings to …
Roots grip the ground.Branches bound for the sky. Grounded in dirt.Yet reaching up high. There is no denying,A seed must emerge.Before budding and growing,It dwells in the Earth. The Earth is its strength,Gathering life through its roots.A seed grows in form,Through the surface it shoots. Still no seed can climb,And fulfills it’s height. Without a …
Do you hear the sounds?The music playing? The notes of life,Uniquely arranging? The city speaks.It beats and moves.It sings it’s songs,Some rock, some blues. Some house, some rap,And country too.Each place you go,Hums it’s own tune. Each person too,Has their own beat.A note they play,A way they speak. What’s your voice like?How do you sing?Are …
You may be able to work very hard, at a very fast rate. But like a race car that spins out of control, too much speed can be disastrous. For this reason I’ve found it best to work at quick yet steady rate. Heavy emphasis on steady movement rather that speed. Even though I may …
Oh Father I ask,How could I miss,The glory of you,When I was a kid? Oh Father I ask,Why were my eyes closed?Although You were present,You remained unknown. Oh Father I ask,How could I not see?The truth of His Name,It’s plain as can be. Oh Father I ask,Why was I so blind?Blind to your love,Your love …
Father I ask,May my faith be strong,Like a mighty mountain. Father I ask,May my faith be fierce,Like a mother bear. Father I ask,May my faith fortify,Like a castle fortress. Father I ask,May my faith revive,Like a hearty meal. Father I ask,May my faith endure,Like the sands of time. Father I ask,May I put my faith …
I am sporadic,There’s no schedule with me.One moment you see me,Next, I’m nowhere to be seen. Fortune-tellers and mystics,Have a hard time deducing,Of the many paths before me,Which one I’ll be choosing. In the morning I rise,With an outline of the day.But plans can be altered,And outlines can be changed. The butterfly alone,Doesn’t dictate it’s …
Red lights and stop signs,Get in our way.It’s true they protect us,But they do cause delay. Life offers red lights,Stop signs and road blocks.Dead ends and potholes,Life’s sometimes a bit much. In life as in driving,Red lights, they protect us.And a dead end may stop us,From something that wrecks us. Honor the speed limit,And reach …
Look at the tree. There are many branches that emerge from the same trunk. Yet the tree is a whole. Each branch contributes to the tree by supporting smaller branches, providing fruit and growing leaves. Each branch also relies on the tree as a whole to receive water and nutrients amongst other things. Some branches …
Oh Father I ask,Please make my trees fruitful,May I add to Your garden,Let them be useful. Oh Father I ask,Please guide my pen,May my words point to You,In Your direction. Oh Father I ask,Please use my hands,As extensions of You,They’re Yours to command. Oh Father I ask,Lift my plane from the ground,May it fly as …