Anticipation built,
she rises on the morn,
Her heart exploding life,
her soul exuding warmth.
She rushes to her easel,
to paint another day-
To paint what she can feel,
without the need to say.

Gathered all about her,
the beauty of her life,
Seen by things about her,
chosen with delight.
But, she alone can make them,
the beauty that they are,
It is her within the center
that gives the objects heart.

With care, she chooses color,
daubed on her palette,
A rainbow swath of tones
That fill her with content.
A woman is artistic
with every fleeting breath
Rising from within,
from where she laughed and wept.

Yes, a woman is a painter,
her canvas is the day,
In the moments she is given
to give her heart away.
Her hands are always painting,
inspired by her soul,
Love's art explodes in color,
when a woman knows the Lord.

~**~

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ŠSept 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart

Paint Jesus Christ upon your canvas,
and then hold Him up to the people;
but hold Him up
so that not even your
little finger can be seen.
~Edward Payson~

"Love is seen in what it does"
~Gladys Aylward~