To artists and poets
Dale Abbey Collage
CREATE! Make things Paint things Write things dance and move
Dance and fly
Let creativity flow…flow.
But why so hard? How can it be?
When that stirring deep within of image and idea
of desire to make
to make something……….beautiful
boils up inside; you hide.
There seems no space
no way out. To travail in birth, to bring forth in the earth.
O take fight, rise up eagle high,
dance through the sky,
twisting and turning, a ballet of colour filling the heavens.
In purple billows and indigo swishes tinted with gold.
Fly fly.
You were born to create, to make,
to turn hidden treasure into manifest matter.
Fly fly
Release the words, the colour,
express
from the depths.
Fight to write,
in love the light and the dark of life.
Be opened up.
Hear the permission, the invitation
and let go.
And I will not judge.
Tenderly I will receive and touch your treasure,
the measure of your pain your joy, and your life.
In courage you dare to share with the world,
your heart in paint and word.
I commend you in your holy task,
and ask,
NEVER STOP CREATING!
Welcome to my new blog
Welcome to my new blog!
I’m hoping it will be an encouragement to artists of faith, and no faith.
Bearing the image of the Creator God, though we are fallen, through Christ there’s a path strewn with joy and pain, that draws us into expression.
I found this poem when I cleared out the car boot this week. I must have writen it ages ago……..I dont clear the boot very often!