So wonderfully cruel has been my wilderness experience That I’d love to wander this path forever To get totally lost in the faithful assurance, “I will be found”
Found in service to God through others Liberated, empowered, fulfilled Refreshed and ready, fortified to take to the journey again and again
The Power of Art by Steve Anderson
Art can make you feel so much, When you were just feeling nothing. Art can express beauty, But more importantly, it can express anything.
Everyone's mind has it's own language, Art is a universal translation. People work hard to make the translation more accurate, But often the inaccuracies are a better communication.
Art has a satisfaction matched by none other. You often achieve great things you never tried to do. Lying is such an offense in life, But art doesn't have to be true.
Art appeals to the senses, Giving a clear entrance to the heart. And few things excite the heart Like the ambiguous nature of art.
Just One by Joe Dimino
Just one, little drop. Who could define it Different from all the rain? Yet, one little drop in the gray Not quite as plain;
One leaf, out of all The color- Flamboyant of the trees, This one, little leaf Fluttered differently Now in The autumn breeze
And a fluffy, little cloud overhead Knew herself not quite the same; While the others, for the storms taking blame, Her oasis of shade, thought she, Was for The thirsty made
And one man Out of all those Before Him rejecting the Christ, Did not wait to be asked twice- One soul hung on cross So All Us Lost Could See
Oh Greece How Wonderful Are You! by Mejame Ejede Charley
Oh Greece, I'm often lost in wonder As a classicist I learn You produced the greatest sculptors You produced the greatest architects and philosophers That the world has ever known Even today there are none to equal you How was this possible?
Your sages instituted holidays The purest and most beautiful girls Danced through the streets Clothed in a single transparent veil Your men watching them were lost in wonder And admiration at their grace and beauty They were lost in awe at the subtlety of their movements And gestures; this wonder, this energy built up Within your people and surged up to their brain And manifested itself later In the form of wonderful creations
Nay the people of the postmodernists Know only pornography, sex, inordinate desire Drunkenness, debauchery and everything subterranean. And their art is only its result.
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