Quiet on the morning's gift.
Dancing waves of Arabic rhythm
Syncopate with the formation of
Every letter on the page.
There is forgiveness to be released.
Myself reminded, our own treasures
Grow in the blessings we bestow, unmerited.
People wait today
For art to dip into their pain with something
To show how grateful adoration
People waiting as a gift between the
Holding walls of my abode.
The gift I capture with my hands
Open wide in thanks, to let each soar away
And settle on my shoulder
Of their own free choice.
I find myself a radiant blessing on the eye's
Reflection of the man who loves me so;
He does not need reminding that his bliss is mine
And mine is to be his, always.
I find myself open, and opening wider.
I find myself new and old, both new and old.
I find myself placed, inside the place
That feels just right for me to be for
Now, alongside what hurts and is healing,
Both: what hurts and what is healing.
Artist - Christian Schloe