Poetry and Beauty

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Friday, August 13, 2004

Beads

come in so many different colors An orgy of beauty. I string these beautiful beads From the Czech Republic india and china. I don't wear that much jewelry I forget to put on earrings. So why do I make so many bracelets, necklaces and even earrings. Because color is my garden of delight No other... Sign in to see full entry.

Places of beauty

A tropical beach A moutain side A valley full of green. They are easy to see God's grace. A desert A bare mountain peak The inside of a cave They seem empty of God's love. But we must be empty to be filled with God's love If we are to full of ourselves There is no room for love. Hermits did not... Sign in to see full entry.

The midday sun

washes out the colors. The early morning and late evening clarify the colors. Artists and photographers look for that special light that will make the scene glow. Jesus is the light of the world That enlightens every soul. How does he light reflect on me? Sign in to see full entry.

Morning

I love to wake up when it is still dark And see the sky lighten. The colors change from gray to pink And then to bright blue. In the morning the air is cool, it often looks cloudy. The marine air hasn't been burned off by the sun. In the morning I can think clearly. I have energy. I can make plans.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Disguise

I never saw a sunset That I didn't like. But the prettiest sunsets come from polluted air. Beauty packaged in ugliness Disguised with pain Must be unwrapped carefully To protect the fragile inside. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Beauty

is culturally defined, but we all agree in the beauty of a sunset, the ocean and the mountains. is in the eye of the beholder, but we all see beauty in a smile, a baby and a running deer. changes with the fashion but color, light and texure are all elements of beauty. God takes his paintbush and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sappy and Sentimental

Love is such an overwritten topic. Sappy and sentimental, Oceans of ink define it Endless songs celebrate it. But sappy though it is Love rains on the desert, Fills our lungs with air, Feeds our starving soul. It is easier to live without food and water, Than it is to live without love. Infants die... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Nothing

Is there such a thing as nothing? Is absence filled up with something? Even in death the stillness of breath Says something more than nothing. The Arabs introduced zero To ignorant Europeans Without zero. Math made no sense But is there nothing Outside of math. Is a vacuum really a vacuum Or is it a... Sign in to see full entry.

Love

is not hugs is not kisses is not happiness is not passion is not about me. Love is about you it is passionate but also enduring it brings happiness but also pain it gives us a desire to kiss but distance is sometimes better hugs are good but compassion is better. Sex can be with love or without it.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 7, 2004

Me

Formed fully in my mother’s womb Fashioned by my Father’s hands Sperm of my earthy father Begins the process of me. Born on a cold December Fifty plus years ago. My body is degenerating, Ready to set my spirit free. How did God Take a little baby And bring her into a middle aged woman. It wasn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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