Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Constant Friend




















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

7 comments:

  1. I like your lady's braids and the little burro. And your poem speaks deeply to me this morning.

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  2. This 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.
    Thanks dear friend.

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  3. I love this....so fun, I want spring now!! I like the leaves. :) hope your haveing a good art day!!

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  4. Oh so beautiful. The poem and the painting.

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  5. What a sweet story. I'm so loving my little fly-away girl.

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  6. "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"

    Love this. Thank you...

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  7. 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!
    xoxo,
    Noelle

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