Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
ropes of riddled frenzy
i've been told: cast your cares upon him.
i'm casting Lord --
with every glance, gesture and heartbeat
i'm still caring,
still twisting, my mind knotted into
ropes of riddled frenzy
desiring to help all
unable to even untie my own knots
ease this stomachache
make new this old wine skin
fill me fresh with spring-time air
so i might help and be helped --
without knowledge of either
Thursday, May 25, 2006
splashes of light
he's a blind begger
weathered by life's storms
stooped on a bench
living in the blackest dark
she's a young girl
in a purple hat
eccentric and bold
living for laughter and light
she takes the blind man's hand
helps him across the street
tells him about the gurgling baby,
the old wrinkly butcher
the young couple buying ice cream
the world of greens and reds whizzing by
she paints colour on his black world
giving him vision for one more day
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
people watching
childhood birthed in me a love of people
watching them splash around in the ocean of life
i 'found myself' in their subtle ideosyncracies
related to their randomness
laughed at their quirks,
impassioned by their perks
no doubt, 'we' disgust me
(it's an ugly world)
but overshadowing the black waves is a
shaft of sunlight
that's what i watch:
golden rays of people's goodness dancing together
making glorious an otherwise dull day
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
flying free?
i am an artist who prefers to paint in silence
i am a butterfly who flies freely, boldly, alone
who shrivels back into her cocoon at human touch
her wings flapping ferociously inside a self-made grave
desperate for the air they share
too scared to show off her colours
i dance in the night when no one's looking
the stars and moonlight are my sole companions
i weep by day, sheltered by the shadows,
longing for someone to notice my colours
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
point of no return
there's a saying: Give until it hurts.
i want to give, not only until it hurts, but until it goes beyond pain. i want to give until i hurt enough to produce joy.
after all, what's so noble about giving until it hurts? that only proves our limitations, our selfish boundaries. it's like saying: i'll give until it's too hard and then i'll stop.
no, we should give until we break ... until our skin cracks open and our spirit filters out, free and laughing.
the point of no return.
the point of being one with Christ.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
fresh laundry, open windows
we giggle, sit down on the linoleum and gasp at the windows.
shafts of light play with our hair. our marriage is a comfortable pile of clothes, multicoloured, clean yet wrinkled with tears and time. our fingers lock, our heads bow and we peel open the gates of heaven approaching the throne of grace.
we cannot see for the windows! we cry. there are too many. it's too bright. give us answers, point us in the right direction. you may have closed one door but ... which window should we climb through?
we lie there as the morning sun shifts its rays and the shadows fall, silhouetting our lives on the walls. in the glow of the mid-day sun, a window glistens. God's finger points and we climb to our feet, ready to open its latches.
a wrinkled pile of laundry being shaken out, freshened up, and prepared to be worn again.
em's web site
hey guys! my brother made me this wonderful web site:
www.canvaschild.com.
just thought i'd share :) i'll be updating it with my paintings as the days/ years pass!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
stepping back
audrey hepburn
crossed my path at 2 pm
hair coiffed under a
huge happy hat
sunglasses large, black
face white, gentle smile on
playful lips
slight build, stylish shoes,
tip tapping on the pavement
the light turned green
she took one step forward
as if she owned the world
and
i stepped back
into the store for some sunglasses
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
storm
shaking like an elm leaf
she stands in the rain
stained by man’s old game
blaming herself
shaming herself
for being a girl
not seeing the pearl for the oyster
she runs to me hides in my sweater
I let her
we stand there getting wetter
fettered to the other for the sadness in this world
God’s crying I whisper
she folds up in sobs
a fetus finding faith
in the dirt
she believes despite the hurt
washed white, weary, worn
i’m her anchor in this storm
Monday, May 08, 2006
seeds and weeds
ordinarily i love gardening.
rolling the tiny seeds between my fingers
drinking deep the fresh spring dirt and
digging even deeper for grubs...
ordinarily the day is not so stormy
-- nor our moods
with spade and trowell we set out in windy rain to plant
what we supposed were seeds of hope
begging open the soil
we snapped at the weather, then at each other
seeds spoiled, flung, forgotten in a pile of hurt feelings
he drove off and left me sitting in the rain
searching for seeds
pulling up weeds
crying out for growth
and begging the sun to return
Friday, May 05, 2006
fantasy flower
"you need an orange flower
with a pink middle
bright enough to cheer up the blackest of days"
she declared then rolled away on her bike to
bring me back the most brilliant flower
... only all of the petals had blown away
"all you've got left is the centre," she wept
"that's all i need," i whispered "the petals were merely orange wings helping the flower fly to where it belonged
"now that it's here, they're free to go. "
my little friend smiled, tucked her blond head into my shoulder, and we pretended to play "he loves me, he loves me not" with the petal-less flower till the sun ducked down
and she biked home. it was the brightest of days.
formal invitation
I would like to officially invite each one of you to come to a Silent Art Auction June 10, from 6-10 p.m. at the Saddlery Gallery, 10137-104 St., here in Edmonton, AB. All proceeds from the auction will be benefiting The Alberta Cancer Foundation (www.endcancer.ca). Over 120 items for auction will be on display, including a COUPLE of my own oil paintings. Admission is FREE. As you know, my mother has been battling brain cancer for the past few years; it would mean so much if you showed up to demonstrate your support of this cause. "Together We Can" end cancer -- to quote the weekend's slogan. For more information, just call me (465-7941) or leave a comment. God bless.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
em's art
i'm not sure if you can view my art by clicking the link below, but we'll give it a shot. if you can't see it and want to, write a comment and i'll e-mail the album to you. peace!
http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/philosopher_queene/album?.dir=78c5&.src=ph
Guppy's Photos
check out my friend Agapi's photography -- she's so gifted. i met her through young life.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/91026560@N00/
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
young life
smuggling solace from
grey swarms of smoke
they huddle together
cuddle forever
cradled in coccoons of self pity
we grip hands
surrounding them, eyes lifted
begging golden grace
"come engage them
have your way
save them from their demons"
(scaffolding
and
scarring such
sad souls)
"make them bright like a brand-new day"