 8x10 watercolor pencil on canvas |
| Day 175 Art by: Valerie Dowdy @ www.valeriedowdy.com |
Creation
I.
Could I with the wind—the breath of God, I
could be restored?
The March wind is a lion and a lamb.
He’ll coax and seduce me til I clamb-
er up the clouds,
or the stairs to the palace of God
that hides under layers of effervescent shrouds.
Human eyes can’t see paradise, tis a duty for the human soul.
Heaven lives inside us, grows inside us, and makes us whole.
He’ll coax and seduce me til I clamb-
er up the clouds,
or the stairs to the palace of God
that hides under layers of effervescent shrouds.
Human eyes can’t see paradise, tis a duty for the human soul.
Heaven lives inside us, grows inside us, and makes us whole.
II.
Pride-full; Pride-fall
The path to sin is a path to healing.
I am a mountain in the face of time eroding,
falling, and growing with the shift of tectonic plates
above and beneath the eyes of God.
They watch over me while I work to growing thinner while an organ creates
thoughts, which are seeds to nature. Blessed, tender youth!
I’m striving like a gardener in blisters and stink against basal truth.
I am a mountain in the face of time eroding,
falling, and growing with the shift of tectonic plates
above and beneath the eyes of God.
They watch over me while I work to growing thinner while an organ creates
thoughts, which are seeds to nature. Blessed, tender youth!
I’m striving like a gardener in blisters and stink against basal truth.
III.
Celestial Equator
In the beginning there were the words, and the words
became,
the voice of humanity, that is the bridge to all there is to claim.
I serve an imperfect creator, are you a believer?
What do you think? Is there a God?
Do you doubt because the universe is Earth’s conceiver?
What of quantum physics, the biology of minds and hearts, bioluminescence?
Are miracles not the language of God, who is the medium to our mathematical essence?
the voice of humanity, that is the bridge to all there is to claim.
I serve an imperfect creator, are you a believer?
What do you think? Is there a God?
Do you doubt because the universe is Earth’s conceiver?
What of quantum physics, the biology of minds and hearts, bioluminescence?
Are miracles not the language of God, who is the medium to our mathematical essence?
IV.
Perfect Unity
In God’s image, I have been made—
we are one mind, one body, one soul, un-swayed
by any vice or any virtue. All of us are one, the scriptures tell us so…
There, in the broken books is the bridge to the mind of God.
Inside disciple and sinner alike is a way to know
God’s face. He is man. She is woman. Is mercy; is wrath.
Just look in the mirror to find the path.
we are one mind, one body, one soul, un-swayed
by any vice or any virtue. All of us are one, the scriptures tell us so…
There, in the broken books is the bridge to the mind of God.
Inside disciple and sinner alike is a way to know
God’s face. He is man. She is woman. Is mercy; is wrath.
Just look in the mirror to find the path.
V.
Galactic Proof
To calculate stellar formation it is obvious that X +
Y + Z = 1.[1]
You are made of stardust from the Big Bang Explosion.
Just as children of humanity, just like me
and the son of God.
The parts of the equation are divinely proportional—are a singular trinity.
To please the creator we have only to use our energy to productive means
a task that’s innate to human genes.
You are made of stardust from the Big Bang Explosion.
Just as children of humanity, just like me
and the son of God.
The parts of the equation are divinely proportional—are a singular trinity.
To please the creator we have only to use our energy to productive means
a task that’s innate to human genes.
VI.
Spiritual Vexation
Vexation of spirit is a waste of a treasure too
precious to lose
and immeasurably great. Be wise with your time, be cautious and choose
your words with care, because sound waves wane, but never disappear.
Find your center, your Om, your God.
For there is someone to pray to that will hear.
Search, dream, study, and pray, fast, work, and all the while,
you will discover, in humble service, the blessing of the creator’s smile.
and immeasurably great. Be wise with your time, be cautious and choose
your words with care, because sound waves wane, but never disappear.
Find your center, your Om, your God.
For there is someone to pray to that will hear.
Search, dream, study, and pray, fast, work, and all the while,
you will discover, in humble service, the blessing of the creator’s smile.
VII.
A Mission Found
In the twenty-first century complacency is a plague
from birth.
To always think with your heart makes you part of a dearth
of scientists, artists, philosophers, explorers, and the rest of the people
Who founded a house for a God.
The trouble is that now they're only worried about a building with altar and steeple.
Jaded and cross they lost their hope, and forgot that the mystics were right
when they sacrificed to promote acceptance, pleasure, and love in a time that was as dark as the night.
To always think with your heart makes you part of a dearth
of scientists, artists, philosophers, explorers, and the rest of the people
Who founded a house for a God.
The trouble is that now they're only worried about a building with altar and steeple.
Jaded and cross they lost their hope, and forgot that the mystics were right
when they sacrificed to promote acceptance, pleasure, and love in a time that was as dark as the night.
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