I longed for a garden for spring,
But I don’t like to dig in the dirt.
I don’t want to plant seeds and wait;
If they don’t turn to flowers, I am hurt.
So I pondered on what I should do.
I was stuck for a while — ah, but then,
I decided I’d create my garden
From my paints and my trusty ink pen.
Now I sit and enjoy with delight
All the flowers I have planted with care.
They have patterns and shapes quite unique,
And my garden will never be bare.
The heat and the cold can’t offend,
And I never need to fertilize.
Horticulture has reached a new plane;
As a gard’ner I’ve turned out most wise.
It is enough
To take up brush and pen
And lay down shapes and colors soft —
Make life seem right.
The varied parts should fit
And compliment each other to
These days there are a lot of people out there who need to spend some time smoking a peace pipe instead of screaming, cussing, and wreaking havoc on others.
In this crooked and perverse generation, we must stand tall for the Lord.
“Stand up, stand up for Jesus.
The strife will not be long.
This day the noise of battle;
The next the victor’s song.
To those who vanquish evil
A crown of life shall be;
They with the King of Glory
Shall reign eternally.”
Lyrics by C. Barry Robertson / George Duffield / George J. Webb
Beguiles me so.
It’s hue, its scent, its song.
Its movements that caress my soul.
Purest of water, fresh from clouds
That brushed the mountain peaks,
Raining down and gushing round
As avenues it seeks
In which to flow unhindered
Down to plains that wait below
For fresh, pristine refreshment
Only mountain streams bestow.
They are a treat
In almost any dish.
But I don’t know how to hunt them
These are a little shadowy in places because they are in a sketch book, and I can’t close the scanner lid all the way when I scan them into the computer. Sorry about that. But I sketched them for today, and I’m posting them as my Valentine cards for all my readers.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
In a moment of whimsy, I painted this little cartoon-ish watercolor and wrote a few words to express my feelings at the time. Sorry the page shows a few wrinkles, but it’s in one of my art journals, and those pages tend to wrinkle a little with the watercolor. Hope this little post adds a touch of lightness to your day.
Huge cup of tea,
A piece of cake,
A cookie — two or three —
Some chocolate bonbons in a box
That’s labeled just for me —
I think — perhaps — I’ll make it
Through this day adequately.
Obscure and humble at your birth,
You came to show us our own worth.
Heav’n’s brightest star and angel choir
Proclaimed the birth of our desire.
Once come forth from sweet Mary’s womb,
You journeyed forward to cross and tomb.
But three days gone, You rose again
And conquered evil, death, and sin.
Now Heaven’s Daystar You’ve become
And reign eternal from Your throne.
We cherish Your nativity
But do not bow on bended knee,
For You’re no longer in that stall,
But ruling, reigning, Lord of all!