A fall is when you topple off the ledge of professed omniscience
Is what you know all there is to know?
Happiness is… secondary
Love is… primary
Questions are… revelatory
Children are… celebratory
Rules are… regulatory
To be doubted… my premonitions
To be trusted… love’s intentions
To be dismissed… my hasty conclusions
Self-ambition… eternal satisfaction
Self-indulgence… vehicle acceleration
Art moves… my heart
Beauty moves… my soul
To grow is my pursuit
To learn is to live alive
9 comments:
True.
i like it. i wish my brained was wired to be more creative with words like it seems all my blog friends are!
Thumbuddy - I still remember your apartment in Tulsa (the second one, not the one that caught on fire) where you invited us for dinner. (A great dinner, by the way, yum yum, the crunchy chicken breasts.) And it was the same little white-walled matchbox apartment like all the hundreds of other ones in the complex. But when we walked around and looked at how you had decorated it I remember thinking to myself, "How did she do that? How did she make this place look so great?" I still wish I knew how to put colors together, decorate, choose furniture and paint like you can. We are all creative in our own ways my.
Great! I find it amazing that you can come up with these without it taking all day. (Which I'm assuming it doesn't since you have 4 kids and a ministry.) Very cool.
Annie - Thank you. I get the concept and a stanza or two, then for the next couple of days I play around with it and tweak it. It is a fun escape for me.
I meant to add - that I really never have but more than 10 minutes at a time to give it.
beautiful...
and yeller -- apartment on fire? i need to hear THAT story!
Thanks Alece - I let Danielle know about your request.
Thanks, Angie, for your encouragment. :)
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