Look to the Lord and praise Him
For His love and embrace, which strengthen me everyday
For His mercy that lightens my heart as it lights me up in wonder
For the warmth of His hands that hold mine on this travel.
What can I do without You? Where, O Lord, else can I go?
***** ❤ *****
This is my palette. A collection of colours in poetry form.
In the first verse of the introductory poem, a conversation takes place between Acceptance and Pragmatism at a painter’s wall (the canvas) while he is away, busy finding the right shade to fill in the outlines of his still wet drawings. We hear from him directly, in the third verse after being spoken about again in the second verse by someone who spotted him as he comes to terms with acceptance and pragmatism.
I really really hope you like these little poems and are as excited to read them as I am to write them. There’ll be a new poem under ‘Palette’ once every week, indefinitely, so stay tuned!
If you know me then you’ll know that I like not only writing poems but also talking about them. (I once had my points reduced in a competition for exceeding the time limit. I wouldn’t shut up.) So, if you would have me explain any of my poems by asking me to do so in the comment section, I would do it, gladly. Haha. And I would also like to hear from you. I welcome your portrayals of the texts.
Lots of virtual hugs,
Do you see this? The drawings on the wall
The fresh ones lack colour
The wall is still almost completely bare.
“What happened to the painter? There’ so much left to do.”
The paint’s still wet and he finds none right a shade
“He’s wasting water and paint. Stirring up time at the drain.”
Walking around with drying paint
Meeting at the back of his hands
Dripping to his elbow.
He put them down, his hands, beside him
To see what’s ahead of him.
I’m staring at a blank wall
And I’ve never been more thankful
My paints are wet and my hands hold a brush
I need to begin.