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Her navy blue eyes flash at the sound of lies. Lies never make a sound.
She can always tell.
She was once one. Before Truth came into her soul.
The person knows she knows. The Truth touches the Liar’s cheek gently
Looking straight into each others eyes.
She walks away.
She was pulled into the boxcar with a burning jerk to her arms with dogs barking from behind. She could not think a straight thought in her head so she must be losing her mind.
Just a day ago she was laughing and dancing and playing in the sun. The evening brought screaming and raping now her parents are gone.
Suddenly jostled from a dream where she was safe and warm. The dead dark of night brought more cries of agony raining down like a storm.
Now she is ordered to walk into the woods and not speak to anyone. She focuses her eyes on her old sturdy shoes the tops of them all covered in blood and urine.
She can hear her Father’s voice so gentle and kind. Reminding her not to fear the hard path for God is on her side.
“He will not ever leave you nor forsake you nor will he disregard your state. He provides you with strong shoes to walk the hard path.”
For many years as a young adult I felt like a “watercolor wash” painting. Blending into the dominant colors of those around me who had so much influence on my life. I didn’t even know my favorite color, food, or music. I didn’t know what I believed about life and death…and I realized I had to paint with my very own colors. My gentle memories run to those persons and I love them whether they were harsh or gentle. They had dreams of their own but listened to mine anyway and for them I am grateful…
The first and glaring color was a bright arterial red. While red is not my favorite color there is no doubt in my mind there can be no redemption without the shedding of blood. That color represents the day I met Jesus Christ and let him become my Redeemer.
The next and my favorite colors are the blues and greens of the sea and sky. The ocean, the beach is where I walked stronger and healed my heart. The salt water and wind a balm to my young weary soul. These colors are where I learned that I will live forever and that I can soar on the breeze or dive into the depths and behold my God is still there.
Yellows, pinks, and violets are the colors in my life where I flew too close to the sun and my skin was burned but the new skin grew back pink and healthy. The rich flora hues and scents drove me forward toward the goals of softness, children, and safety. Still and always learning…
The rich dark color of the brown/black dirt with its earthy scent comes next for after all this is where this earthly body was formed…how can a human not love the earth? Deep within it lies the mystery of creation and purpose…and then the clear snowy white to emerald to muddy silt of the rivers that run to the sea…a Holy Baptism there…
The last and final colors in my watercolor are silver and gold. The bright and shining stars of the galaxies. These colors remind me that I am significant but small and even greater still these colors are a testament to the infinite bigness of my God. The one who loves me beyond all measure and always will. So, I will keep painting for now and let the fire keep burning bright. On that day that I lay down the paint brush I will have said what I have to say and make my stand humbly and always trusting that life will carry on…and oh yes, I will keep painting…
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Language is my orchestra sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music the poet’s heart lives by.
In the silence of my dream words go dancing through
An Image just too beautiful all logic out of view
An artist lives within me a way of beating all the odds
The sticker on the rose bush pricks discovery one again
All children start out poets I just cannot let that go
So stir the mischief in the fire and let enchantment glow
Jill Autrey Dorman 