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    December 04

    Cardinal's Splendor!

    Would you believe me If I told you what I was thinking?

    Do u wonder what I had for dinner?

    What is in your mind ?

    And why are you looking at me that way?

     

    Don’t you see the same beauty as  I?

    Do we live in the same way?

    What is important to you, If I may ask?

    Do you have a purpose as I do?

     

    What do you see when You look into my eye?

    Awe many, think it’s a birdybeauty I have fixed my gaze upon.

    But they would be wrong! So wrong, indeed!

    What do You think is so important to make me stop in my own tracks?

     

    Yes, tis love, I cannot lie, but not the kind you yourself so seek

    For I have a purpose in mind, granted within

    For I trust and fulfill that purpose with a deep seated need

    For you should have the same! Its such a fulfilling way to live

    To help another walk yet another mile

     

    For you see my purpose today

    was to just sit here being so still!

    to look like a painting for someone to catch hold

    till one person could happen across my path

    that person today was You alas!

     

    For I was told someone needed a smile!

    And God gifted Me with this red beauty for more than just a while

    Not to boast nor shout about!

    But to share in a time of one’s need with good cheer to seed

     

    For God has sent you specifically upon my path

    To remind you the good in life still exist, not tainted by the past

    And you have forgotten how to just sit, admire, and laugh.

    Life is too short to forget the things we need , things that last

    So my new friend stop to smell the roses!

    and Live well my friend and learn again to love indeed!

    Friends........

    A Friend:

     

    Riding along life’s highway

    upon bikes made of dreams

    Switching gears as needed

    Passing crystal-clear streams

    dangers unaware

    with scrapes across the curbs

    causing  falls at times

    but then there they stand so tall,

    the friends we need

    A friend: a smile within the heart indeed

     

    The hills we face

    Both up and down

    Avoiding troubles placed

    Yet there they stand

    Just around the bend

    A friend: To steer us clear

    With Extended hands…

    Awaiting a hug , Yet once again

     

    Shared times of pain

    Many things prospered and lost

    Yet love to gain

    Disregarded cost

    many sit till coffee cup’s end

    time taken not of need

    no time seems wasted,

    merely an investment to heed

    a friend again: someone willing to share

    their own piece of pie

    sweetened by life with love so tied

     

     

    Placed when we forget

    to love ……, To learn ….., And share….

    Life’s pleasures and treasures found

    a friend  indeed: 

    by definition’s sound ………

    Someone willing to…… simply… be there..

    to account the best within

    and the things we need to be

    to remind us of our song enlaced to enhance as sounds begin

    To place within our hand …the beauty of a rose

    then say, “I feel right now you need this just a bit more than most!”

    Sheets of Passion

    Sheets entangled, Toes still hold a slight tingle

    Time spend in passion, will become days to remember

    Her resonance returns with an echo

    Yet no distractions can grasp hold

    Love’s embrace still holds full attention bound

    As she lies there upon her pillow, sound

    Her face turned to mine; yet eyes closed to savor

    A slight smile still lingers

    Shifting so slightly, I lean to place a softly crafted kiss

    There, just below the hairline, as to not disturb

    I sit, just staring, at the lines that form her face

    Trying to take in this whole embrace

    Feeling this is more than one should be given,

    a gift, freely given, entrusted for sure

    Recalling arms that held so tightly merely seconds before

    Now calm, and placid to adore

    I run my fingers thru what seems silken hair

    She seems to slightly lean into my hand,

    from the involuntary need to share

    She fully embraced love’s sweet grasp

    No recall of times past, nor her own needs to mass

    But to share, to bond, to bleed

    As only a heart can with love’s blossomed heave

    And the two have become one

    No time to take heed, no worry of things to come

    Knowing what was shared cannot be undone.

    September 25

    The True beauty of an ageless woman

    Her beauty held within a hand

     

    She holds her head unto the sky

    Her thoughts seem to drift with why

    Where did all the time so go ?

    has she lived, really lived?,  she must know

    Kids , car, this and that …

    all this luggage in tow.

     

    Her face has thus  begun to crow

    Her eyes, she thinks, have lost their flare

    She recalls her beauty’s look

    Then realities placed,

    a simple glance recalls the different case

    She wonders if this is really fair

    A cruel joke placed unaware

     

    But then again a thought begins to contemplate

    She worries, she frets her age due

    , but as always, God is faithful to renew

    As small fingers cross her hand         

    She feels the warmth flow over heart’s land

    She recalls the memories of the day

    She fell in love with the beauty of another

    The birth and spender of her own wonder

     

    But as hard lessons learned,

    only time can set one free

    heart begins to feel

    Pain causes to bleed

    with scares and emotion’s flow

    love can now come fully clean

    To truly breath for the first time

    As though filled to overflow.

    She takes in life and sighs a small reprieve

    Like the first step upon the freshly fallen snow

     

    She looks more deeply

    Beneath the core

    All this now seem more beautiful than before

    Things lost, only vain

    But, the linger of a thought

    Can there be anything…. left to adore?

    For the gain is waiting just at hand

    To be enlightened unto a fairyland

    life more full than an empty stand

    She’s deep in thought as arms embrace

    across the shoulders they take their place

    then a hand brushes across her cheek so soft

    no desire to retreat

    by loves sweet touch as only one can

    she realizes just behind,  he stands

     

    He has been thru thick and thin as well

    he withstood these very thoughts ,

    yes, his too ,these thoughts, to dwell

    but his love has brought full circle

    now love is his, in hand, to cast upon

    the one he loves with all to bestow

    and recall with her the memories, to make them glow!

    to warm the heart from days of cold

    a thought she can take in hand,

    while clutched during winter’s enveloped hold.

    August 29

    The Castle within this Heart of Mine

    The Castle within this Heart of Mine

     

    Thoughts cross my mind ….Like the crash within a joust

    Armor laden … This will be…. no fair fight

    Tho chivalry be gleaming, Integrity, as well, abounds

    Yet fate seems to be looming,  What will happen next?

    Will I get a vision, Can I known my very plight?

     

    Upon this velvet chair I steed, I stare upon the walls of this place

    Walls fit so tightly all together, With stones of an embrace

    As solid as one can wish, To defend deeds of the wrong

    Yet will they know the difference?  Of a love that may been found

    What If they withhold love’s penetrating stance, Yearning for my heart to behold given within the moment of single glance.

     

    No chances taken …..Thoughts of haste to make

    I must be ready for this calling, No time spared to waste

    to leave the safety of this fortress , to escape this very place

    the Grounds around this castle…..That’s seems…no place to find the mace

    Within the beauty of a garden , Vines with roses climbing

    A fragrance filled breath of air , Now fills my lungs, encased

    Tree covered with their shades, Will love call amid this space , upon the wings of wind

    will it weave these trees and vines entangled , can it scale the wall’s encompass

    or be choked within a daze, and end without its splendor?

    Will it merely vanish? Or will it die with all dismay?

     

    A new plan to me revealed, One of necessity for this pursuit

    To be within the open , or so……. just in case

    I walk between the gates secured , To face a fury maybe forth? Within an area without defense

    Arms held open….. with a wide, expansive way

    Oh, the lunacy of this craze.

    Enemies may come calling, No time to grab a sword

    They may shred this heart divine, No fight left within

    To fill this quest of longing, To find a love to be.

     

    I stand here undefended

    Merely wishing fancy flights, Wondering when she will be calling

    This dream of mine beheld….Waiting for a love….

    Made to engulf my very being…..To be plucked from the safety of this vine

    A second to be mused, Then taste the juice beneath the rind

    A feast made for the pleasure , A place setting for the chosen.

    Only known to those who are willing.. Who stand without their armor!

    They defy all reason and this test of time for a season!

     

    No logic needed……A simple oath that must be taken

    A splendor to be mounted

    While accepting a touch of a Merlin-esk magic!

    To bind with this heart of mine.

    To be forged…….by  the flaming love of another

    and  be christened by destiny’s divine.

    The Box of Confinment

    The box

     

    To live a life

    One must look within

    To assess damage done

    Or see good’s glow

     

    Hindsight can then reveal

    But to find the true gift

    The present surreal

    To find an answer before life’s riff

     

    Why live inside a box?

    When souls are made to sore

    To be confined within

    The story so sad, untold

     

    With no paint upon the walls

    Spirits suppressed

    No bulbs enlighten the halls

    Alone, and dead

    Time seems to stall

     

    If only the choice was made

    To stretch the confine’s hold

    Then burst the fabricade

    To break this mold

    So hard despite love’s loss

     

    Daydreams replaced

     

    Washed down the sink of life’s parade

     

    Relationships made to confine

     

    And thoughts in check so bind

    Minds now free, thoughts to flow

    New colors, bold

    To choose to live, outside the box

    To find , to live , to merely let go

    To find that the comfort zone is not a friend

    Plight of the Butterfly

    The plight of the Butterfly

     

    “My Dearest Butterfly”, says the wind
    just where do you wish to go today , For I have no course as yet
    I just drift as God sees fit

    My Dearest Butterfly,

    I can tell you I have seen…  some beautiful places,
    places that no man has even been
    so beautiful they can rival the splendor of your wing’s color
    and seem like home to you…. When you could see them for yourself.

    Again I ask you where you wish to go
    Are you sure that you really know that I am the wind?
    as the wind, I have such a free spirit within
    At times I glide here and there so flighty, carefree
    I touch what I may….. along the path I flow
    I can make many people smile as I drift to and fro
    Many try to see me…? yet Very few do..

    for they know not what to look for, at times this has been sad.
    Yet, I’m very happy to have left a smile just the same

     

    So Dear butterfly …

    I have a question to ask..

    Are you sure you know where you’re heading, Do you have purpose called?

    Are you sure you know where you wish to go?, I’ve traveled this life so far

    I’ve seen so many faces along my way, Yet I have been all-alone because… perfection has not had her way.

    Yet,  I look at you dear butterfly ….

    I see a most welcome site………….Your matched with me so well

    Consider your fanciful flight, For you alone can ride in stride

    No burden to be changed, You can sail with me wherever

    With such an effortlessly span!

     

    So my dearest butterfly

    Lets lift our heads and pray

    Lets ask God to bless, then send us on our way

    then drift together with God’s ever-loving grace

    we’ll set this course uncharted, with a smile, a glance,

    and for once within my life, I will know that I can say

    My dearest butterfly , “will you stay with me a while”

    for I’ve longed for such a friend, to love what I do see

    to see in all the same, to have you there to share the experience, just the same!

    This life as been so full of much, Yet, I can’t continue on…

    You see that’s why I’m sitting now, Instead of being who I am

    The world needs the wind and the splendor that I am!

    Yet, all I ask for return …Is someone to share the world I see

    To make me feel like I belong, And to embrace, then hold forever strong.

     

    So Dear butterfly you see

    Your more than welcome to spread your wings

    And start your great journey now.

    And mast your being with mine and sail your life so free

    Yes, I offer to you all things I know to be

    You may have what I have yet that is from the past

    More important to me I wish to find, Someone who knows…what it would be like to ride within the wind.

     

    So my dearest butterfly…

    I have to ask one last time

    Are you wanting the same from me

    Do you know I am the wind ?

    If so take my hand and we’ll float among the clouds

    Then we will see just where we go., And find life’s surprise

    We will see life at its best, We will discover what is to be

    One day I’ll sit again and think upon thoughts so dear…

     

    This butterfly and me!

    May 04

    Will she feel the love within me

    A Love Saved for Only thee….

    How will she know that I care?
    How will she recognize
    Love seems so fragile
    Something hidden beneath a guise

    Will She see my love from within?
    No need to be written down..
    on the paper made from a tree
    Will see she it housed within my eyes
    Then realize it comes from within?
     
    A song could sing it aloud
    And let the notes spread about
    Across the air it would be written
    she could snatch it just like a playful kitten
    But then she could catch it simply so
    Just from a single glance of mine.
     
    Just how will she receive it so?
    This love I have of mine
    To give and give till there seems no more
    Like the fish filled baskets..
    That feed so many once upon a time
    More than 5000 on the grounds
    When Christ’s blessing was gave.
    With a faith alone he gave to so many
    To fills the needs made plenty.
    Let her be filled as well as those that day
    Let her see my light
    shine that way….
    To see forever more
    My baskets just the same
    Filled with my love plenty, forevermore
    For I already know
    She must be a believer, of that like me
    We look to the one, the source
    For the cross to bear

    The gift to see the light,
    the gift to heaven’s flight.

    She will know my heart
    Just because…..
    she has the same spirit within
    To guide her straight to mine
    To know for sure not misunderstand
    One love to be the same
    Just shared between the two
    For only God can give this rare plight
    to see the one for her
    To be guided by the beckon of a light
    Strewn forth from the lighthouse seen
    Upon the sea so bright
    To make safety for the vessel
    Her timbers bound
    within the harbors safe
    Security held so strong
    To rest for such a time
    To replenish her full store below
    Then sail together with the tides as they flow
    Across this ocean, blue
    A space so endless seems,
    yet the beauty of it all
    a common destiny…
    to share the same dream.

    Will she recognize my love in store?
    No worries found
    For with God’s plan
    To complete…….
    Because I laid it before his sandaled feet
    While saying My dear and precious one
    Please seal this with Union with bliss
    Father please secure
    this heart I miss
    I pray for you to guide
    Not my will, but thine.
    For my happiness to secure
    If she is the one…….
    Then simply tell her so
    For our book to write must be sealed
    With a blessings overflow
    Designed by you alone
    Our own vises be undone
    For you alone can only know
    If she is the one
    And can bring this prayer
    Close enough for her to hear
    Then settle within her heart
    To be discovered for ever more


    Upon her own enlightenment bestow
    while I sit to wait here patiently
    With these smiles upon my face
    And sing your praises within
    Oh…the safety of your loving grace
    Lord just grant to me, I ask
    A heart to wait, a must
    Till she can feel with her heart
    No hands, embraced with trust.
    And her thoughts within her locked
    And her love to give so free
    That only made for me.

    Kelly

    May 2006
    April 26

    Tempest of Love

    Facing the Tempest of Love

    I stand on the end of this Cliff
    an ocean of slendor mere inches away
    with the flight of the wings I could leap
    for just a moment in time
    I feel a slight shift of the wind
    an unknown fear within is mounting....
    an auspicious storm seems to be looming
    brewing just beyond the horizon
    If seen.......... I  would take cover
    Why face this frenzied craze

    To stand within  the turmoil
    my heart stunned from  tossed feelings
    The dark clouds billowing
    lightening crashes around
    winds increase to the scale of stout
    a twisted and turning tempest
    impartiality spread throughout
    damage looming
    destruction causes doubt

    Yet willing to stand ....
    to face this unknown
    a mysterious journey at best
    to become a traveler of fortune
    embraced by fear itself
    To know this ....... the only road
    we wish our leading
    checking the compass
    as if knowing where to go
    the heart now stops ... pauses ...and peeks
    before venturing into this new place

    The mind, heart, soul entangled
    searching withi this foggy haze
    no beakoning lighthouse
    What will be found ?
    Standing defenseless....
    Wondering if survival is possible?
    No protection or guide
    wishfully longing for safety
    hands placed on an imaginary celler door......
    wanting to merely run and hide
    yet knowing life is just beyond this last breath of wind
    a new joy surely just within sight
    realizing the feelings as felt once before...
    That much like the embrace of our father
    and his wonderful grace

    This storm worth braving
    now calmed ......such a placid place
    the tempest tamed
    no teeth within it’s bite
    seemingly so fierce as before........
    now yields a rainbow’s delight
    yet only to be shared with another...
    willing to face this same fight.
    to tread the path of love ...
    a tempest delight.
    April 24

    I have a need.....

    I have a need to be………..

    At times a strength,

    a strength that must stand

    That knows it can face any and all

    No adversaries to tall

    One that withstands

    It must protect

    It must prevail

    for those to protect

    within its trusting enclosed embrace

    I have a need to be ………

    As soft as the brush of a rose petal

    Cast to the wind

    To drift along

    as the wind so flows

    unbridled …..

    carefree …..

    ever so free to be just itself.

    I have a need to be………

    A simple, carefree thought

    One that will warm even the coldest heart

    To be a hope to those around

    To just be without a sound

    Nothing spoken

    Just felt so deep within.

    I have a need to be……….

    As gentle as a breeze

    that caress the grassy plains

    Drifting along without a cause

    without harm

    To just be a pleasure for those

    it may touch as it moves along.

    I have a need to be………..

    As the depth of the ocean

    To house my sprouting ideas

    To encompass my yearnings

    To give birth to my resoundings

    To be washed across the sands

    To flow with the pull of the moon and the stars

    To have purpose,

    To have cause.

    I have the need to be……….

    As something shared

    A bond only held between two

    A connection

    A guiding hand held with trust and affection

    To be completed

    to be the best

    to be the most

    to those for which I care.

    I have a need………
    February 07

    Life's Acqurium

    Life’s Aquarium
     

    Awe……one of my pleasures
    to sit in wait…. to simply watch and see what appears ……in life
    Nestled on a bench among life’s little parades
    Lives put forth for all to see….
    What may appear first as I begin to see……
    A mother’s care as she hurries along her shopping day
    Trailing behind her….a young daughter yearning to play.
    Thoughts of hopping like a bunny rather than hopping along the shopping array

    Next, a young couple, high school of age
    nice as it seems, mere young love at play
    yet who is in control?     Who is running the show
    Who has the power play
    Is the girl in command……
    Is that why they are here today!
    Is he wanting to be here or just passing the day…..
    to be with his love in a least of the worst ways. 

    A most interesting man strolls across my path
    Just why is he here………..
    Thoughts really wonder and force me to ponder
    It’s so obvious ……his demeanor reveals his dislike of the mall
    Just maybe this is his wife’s anniversary?
    Is his love stronger than his dislike of this place?
    His steps sure, his path very straight
    One store, one gift!
    No time to linger or wait.
    Purpose defined, accomplishment gained, now a smile on his face.

    As I sit here watching life…one might wonder…
    Why do I watch people in amide this haze
    Life is intriguing…… why do we do what we do in our personal space!
    We all have choices …….they must be made
    Sometimes sooner most times later.. some just in case.
    Except those who do not live ……
    those who have no space….. I feel sorry for them most
    They need a life  to find ….
    To know their lives have not been a waste
    Seems like My life would be waste… just peering at life.

    Just the opposite ……..
    I learn many lessons and avoid may mistakes
    others make by their actions on public display
    So the moral of this poem……. remember someone may be watching……..
    Someone just may know what you are doing when you least think they may
    Your actions tell more than you realize…They tell in their own word how you feel
    They literally can give you away and let other see
    People will know you even if they have not met you in a personal way!
    If they choose to sit and watch the display .  
    I love to sit on my bench and quietly watch life’s little parade
    To me it is interesting
    To see what life comes my way………

    Kelly

    Winter 2006

    February 03

    Waiting for life to Happen!

    Living life behind a window waiting for life to happen

    A Girl sits staring out the pane of a window,
    thinking it was taken from her once upon a time….
    so wrongly before her full store was given……
    Her love uncomplete
    No thoughts for the future…
    Reduced to now stare out this window……
    Her life on the outside yet unattained…….

    To become such a woman standing proud and upright
    To have the life she had once wished  to have for herself
    Deserving to be happy, unbridled and free
    to freely bless and given to those in need

    She has endured such times of trouble…
    Her efforts past seem to be wasted
    Yet time has consumed her…….
    She now sits in her chair looking….
    staring out  her the window………
    Longing to find her true love to fill all her needs….
    to have all that has been promised and wished as before………
    to be united as one, with love so complete.

    She standing, waiting, and longing to see…..If life will happen…….
    Time has tinted her vision…
    Walking through life seems as only a dream

    Her dreams have become a mere image of what were once before…..
    as if only shrouded by haze
    she feels so lost, confused, her head spinning and dazed.
    Wishes so impossible to attain.
    Yet she reaches forth her hand in Faith ……..
    And continues her efforts as needed……
    for her desire comes from the strength and blessing of her heavenly father

    Her happiness to be found
    Her desires completed by the kind heart of a man.
    Two hearts joined…… A love that knows no bounds…….
    A distance easily covered
    The clock stops ticking……time holds no meaning
    These rooms with windows can confine no more…..

    A love born of need………
    Destiny holds forth her hand…. She smiles upon the two
    She blesses their hurts and heals their pains endured.......
    then wishes for the end to their longing…….
    to have all they wished for, for such a long time 
    To finally find what has been missing……

    To find the piece of a puzzle held between their two hands
    They alone gifted the power to place this piece in life’s puzzle
    Ending things as before…….
    to stop times flow…it’s past to ignore.
    The two can stop looking out their windows as before

    They turn to each other………..
    To see from within...... no glass between them…..
    to see what they have been missing……
    while staring out those windows with distorted vision…..
    windows slammed by life’s cruel demand
    for such a long, harsh, and endless amount of time.

    Unfair as it may be.   Yet…….. I smile!
    Knowing happiness may have been found
    My window flung open…    My soul set free…..
    No longer willing to look through a window

    A life worth living……. no longer mere wishing
    The plague of loneliness now gone…..

    To sail the oceans…..
    to ride the tide with the dolphins
    to see the stars in the heavens…
    to realize they were made for us to share.

    To hold what I have so longed for………
    A love so delicate and true ………
    Tender, innocent ……one that will withstand…..
    All of life’s hammering.
    One born with a purpose……

    To complete the two as one…... as it should have been
    bound with a knot that cannot be undone....to never be broken.  
    To know I have found my lover , my friend , the very breath I need to breathe.

    To look no longer out this window …to get out of my chair  …….
    Life is no longer out of reach just beyond this window……..
    realize my happiness is standing ……beside me………
    as I  feel the warmth of her hand as she so gently touches.
    Life complete.  No longer awaiting ……for life to just happen.

    Kelly Winter 2006

    The Violin

    The Violin

    A mere thought at first
    The master Craftsman lent his touch
    envisioned curves of elegance
    His tools designed the flow
    his desire…….to create a thing of beauty
    to give birth to much more aplenty
    a beautiful sound……a prelude to music
    to be combined with the perfect musician
    a joyful union of duel purposed intent
    the two more powerful than either alone.

    Who could he entrust with this wonderful work
    Who would appreciate what he had crafted
    Will they accept it and play it with passion
    Responsibility overwhelming
    His choice of divine selection, a perfect union
    matched to perfection…..
    that of the violin with the soul of a Musician
    forged together as one
    a match made by heaven with all its splendor

    With the first strum of strings
    tension mounts
    The musician feels the subtle vibrations
    Each instrument much different than those held before
    Each unique in ways to others untold
    Notes awkward at first
    practice demands, seems like a curse.
    The musician begins to lament
    slowly the bond forms
    A lifelong agreement
    One from trust, the other of need
    Both feel the completeness.

    Yet in time the musician lays it aside
    The violin remains idle
    The strings unravel, become unstrung,
    Unused, its purpose undone.
    The music fades to the distance far
    The union is crumbling…no more sound made to the heavens
    The music that once was…now indeed lost
    silence does abound with an eerie eminence
    a forgotten creed for all those involved.

    The master’s purpose unfulfilled, unresolved
    The fall of more than mere music alone
    A waste of lives, a waste of time, a waste of effort thus so
    A sad day the music died
    A sad way to end such a blessed beautiful song
    by stopping the music mid-stride.
    A tragedy to this instrument’s purposeful need
    The instrument left holding a life long reprieve.


    Kelly Fall 2005

    Conjoined Eyes

    Conjoined Eyes

    One day…..
    An encounter
    A time of revelation
    A time of unknowns
    to be placed asunder
    a full unveiling

    One day….
    an encounter
    The two seem one
    locked eyes
    One mind
    One thought
    No misunderstanding

    One day
    One encounter
    To gaze
    then reveal
    a prelude to embrace
    each other’s wonders
    the joys to share

    One day….
    the encounter
    To share
    A bond
    No tarnish,
    beyond wear
    no blemish
    timeless beauty
    Which only two share

    One life, One love
    All from……

    One Stare.

    Kelly 2005

    To Paint Your Beauty

    Just how to paint thy beauty:   A perplexing thought to bestow.

    The artist struggles from within
    For God knows of thy precious beauty
    A beauty mine eyes can only behold
    yet God paints with a single stroke of his hand
    I see reflections of your beauty as I gaze upon his setting sun
    And then again at the rise of one.

    I see your radiance in the glow of a blue moon hung with the stars strung about
    You shine among the shimmers of water as sunrays dance across
    the waves created by a mere wisp of God’s very own breath.
    He can so easily capture your essence!

    He though of you while making the mountains
    with Aspens bursting with a stint of yellow gold
    I see the depth of your being as I scan the sky of blue
    woven among the clouds floating….. so carefree

    I feel your comfort as I walk beside a gentle stream
    And sit and dip my feet within the calming waters
    As simple as it seems, yet so enjoyable to me
    and then brush my toes across the smooth stones
    all made from the water’s simple flow

    Your essence lingers among the fragrance of a single rose
    Then I can feel your gentleness as that of each petal
    so soft and delicate to the touch,
    realizing there is nothing like you in all the world.
    Then gaze for hours at its design and complexity
    trying to comprehend & behold its inherent beauty.

    For you see only God knows what I can see
    Only God knows what beauty he has in store for me
    I thank him daily for the gifts he has given
    and then again for the little reminders he placed so just for me
    to make me realize just what you mean

    God is the true artist, the divine creator, the giver of life itself,
    and the only artist who can capture your exact likeness , your very essence
    I’m thankful that he has chosen to not be selfish
    And shared with all to see, especially me
    For I cannot even come so close
    as to capture your presence, your beauty,
    not even what I see with my artist’s eyes. 
    But I can be thankful for the gift from above
    To at least, for just a moment, share your beauty,
    and be given a glimpse of you from God’s own paintings
    I’m glad he had thoughts of you as he fills his brush.
    And I am blessed to view his works
    To be in awe of their elegance.......

     and to simply admire his artist touch.

    Kelly  2005