Dare I risk this? I feel safe being I have met so many artists in my short time here. We are writers, poets, in home chefs or outside chefs, gardeners, mothers, painters, drawers, home arts, folk arts, jouneralists, and dreamers in our Lord across the board. Maybe we didn’t write a book, have a painting displayed at a museum, or have our children appreciate the beautiful hand knit blanket. But we do this in Love and to express what is natural in our Lords creative design.
Genesis 1 ’ In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth,’ Are we not made in our Fathers image? Genesis 1:27 ’ So God created man in His own image of God he created them, male and female he created them. ’
So that the scripture quaifies our urge to create, some in children, others in a form of art. I know all of you are out there! Men and Women. We don’t have to be perfect here at all! Just please if you will, share your craft and how it is in our Lord.
I will take first risk. It is a poem and a bit sing songy. I was 15 and volenteering at a nursing home. One of the women, to whom I became attached,told me she always wanted to be a silk purse, but God only made her an old denim bag. The Holy spirit moved in me to write a poem, such as a child will do. Ms. … embraced the poem, and had it read at her funeral a few weeks later. And I grieved deeply. I am no poet or writer. It felt like love accepted in my heart. All of you have so much to share.I hope this will encourage all of you to write and /or share your art! I didnt realize when I wrote this, I was also writing it for myself as my life now will be quite shortened. All is God’s will. Please… every art is a gift to share in our Lord.
" The Silk Purse "
We are an expression of God’s creation in the memory of time.
The Lord releases His intention, and the silver spool unwinds.
Our soul becomes reality as every breath of life combining
with the Creator becomes a moment of existence intertwining.
Our fabric is designed with tender grace and simple knowing.
Angels bring together all the colors of the rainbow gently flowing.
Each thread that forms the silk purse is carefully chosen.
For it holds the truth within of both the Weaver…and the woven.
That truth never changes as the purse becomes old and stained.
It fades over many years, yet the truth remains unchanged.
When creation rejoins Creator, it’s not the fabric that’s reclaimed.
But the light, which is the spirit… that the old silk purse contained