Paintings and Poems

Seeds

Your words embed into my soul

like seeds in furtile soil.

With the pouring of rain

life is embued.

Seeds take root,

that cavort and weave until secure.

Attention! Toil disturbs those seeds,

mutated and grown.

And, with furtive ground laid bare

a soul is freed from the the seeds of your words.

And then, another inspired by my painting above

In Your Hands

Hold you heart carefully within your own hands.

Tender and precious,

and luminous...

like light refracting from gold.

Hold it, keep it close,

let it shine.

Know it is yours alone to own.

Tend to it,

It's your, yours....

Then....

As darkness enshrouds

trust and know light is all around

shining for you.

You are never alone