Photo by Gilad Benari of Flickr
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My brush would be filled with the brilliant white sunlight,
To crystallize dark-gray-up-staged rage of world’s eyes.
I'd mix strokes with wattle, freesias and gold jasmine,
And the glory of Saints’ hymns and far-hallowed skies~
I’d gather sweet kisses of morn's suffused dewdrops,
To wait tender winsome, yet wise miles for a smile.
And pale-pearl-pink buds of blossoms’ cloud burst,
Would lasso the moon's magnetic luster and style~
I'd canvas purple power’s ray of bright light to ignite,
And encourage the world’s spirit to bridge the way,
To springboard each one of us to land in our own
Gold lantern magnolia to mood-lift mist’s day~
I'd then swirl my brush scarlet, the higher octave of red,
To banish snap-dragon’s deception from earth’s pen;
Inking a flourished desire of elder flower’s kindness
to lavender-blue the powerless fortunate, then when
Life’s cruel chronic pain of black-thorn war marches in,
I'd brandish my brush sky, azure and pale soft blue.
Sky to stay calm, azure to reach for the stars - pale
for faith to know how to bid this cruel pain adieu!
I'd splash-flash world’s portrait with verdure hints
of an efflorescent caressed fragrant bouquet.
With awe of nature’s willingness and my wonder
I’d ask you to join me near world’s portrait to pray.
Karin Anderson copyright 2012
All Rights Reserved~
incredibly layered tapestry... an explosion of floral fragrance... a beautiful sentiment offered with passion and skill... beautiful, Karin