Bodying Forth His Beauty

To say I will not draw
because Michelangelo lives 
next door and is forever 

showing me his drawings.

To say, I will not paint as
Monet is in his garden
(again!) and mixing colors 
for his next great work.

To say I will not design 
a stitch because Edith Head
lives down the street
and is forever flaunting
her work in my face.

To say, I will not write
because So-and-so's 
has said just the same thing,

their nuances and phrasing
putting me to shame, and 

besides....look at those

books with her name on the

spine.

To say all this defies the 

God-breathed seed inside, 

the only you who can 
write what you see. No
other eyes, no other voice

pouring out on the page or

with a pen, but simply
a facet of Him whose voice
began it all. Creation reflected

in his co-creators, images

bodying forth His beauty.
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photo: Schlatter Chapel Window, Warner Pacific University, Portland. JLCollins

Gossip

It only takes a few blueberries
to purple the smoothie in my glass.
Begging to add to the blender
to lose that indigo hue--
           strawberries (darker)
           milk (lighter)
still leaves it purple-ish,
staining my teeth on the way down
and the sink when I'm all the way done.

How to keep the mix 
from such violet shades?
How to avoid the blending 
of dangerous fruit
coloring up my mind?
Next time, pass the produce aisle
and leave the staining salvos
in the basket by themselves.
Head straight to First Aid 
and look for tape, gauze and salve.
Start with healing
and buy band aids instead of berries.
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This metaphor came to me on Friday night and I wasn't sure what it was all about. The next day I happened upon a Facebook post from a friend who'd been verbally betrayed behind her back. The parallel seemed to fit.  Funny timing.

Linking with Kelly and the Small Wonder Community.

Conversation

spent some time with the family recently. A lot of family....ever felt like this?
~~~~~~~~~~~
My train of thought
often veers off track
taking side journeys
to sights unknown.
I've jumped the rails,
freight cars airborne,
leaving passengers in 
my wake, schedules in hand,
confused, wondering--
did they miss the
whistle at the station--
'cause surely, girl, you are
miles ahead and gone....