speak softly for the threads that weave
hold tenderly to the threads that break
if a robe of fear hides your belly of laughter,
take it off...
find the grass with your bare feet
hold the hand of the Constant Friend
boldy ask for a thread from His robe of love
and tie it around your finger to remember
I like your lady's braids and the little burro. And your poem speaks deeply to me this morning.
ReplyDeleteThis piece really spoke to me; beautiful. Thank you for the comforting words you wrote on my blog. I'm doing just that... bringing it to God.
ReplyDeleteThanks dear friend.
I love this....so fun, I want spring now!! I like the leaves. :) hope your haveing a good art day!!
ReplyDeleteOh so beautiful. The poem and the painting.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story. I'm so loving my little fly-away girl.
ReplyDelete"hold the hand of the Constant Friend
ReplyDeleteboldy ask for a thread from His robe of love
and tie it around your finger to remember"
Love this. Thank you...
Beautiful Jenny. This is like a little prayer. Very hopeful. Lovely picture too. Wow, I have been away too long also. Your banner has changed. Everything is different. I am keeping up from now on!
ReplyDeletexoxo,
Noelle