Verde
An Original Encaustic by Kim Nelson
Fear is the opposite of Love.
In youth
my motivations, fear enchained
prevented my embrace
of goodness, grace.
Thank God
for vision, clear
heart, open
patient one,
that loosened links
allowing
true love in.
And out.
Love.
Flows freely.
Both ways.
So long as fear is locked up, held in chains.
Fear is the opposite of Love.
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Poised, prepped, set, toeing line toward win
Perfect forms, specimens
Bodies honed, toned, tight perfection
Ready for the race
Sharp
Gunshot sparks, marks
Start
Mercury, speed imparts
As were Hermes, Atalanta
Flying fleet-feet fanta
Riveted by inner mantra
To compete, mad-fast pace
*Written for Fireblossom’s Challenge at IGwRT
If innocence was stolen
lost
Sage, tenderly, I offer you
If love was denied
extracted at cost
Bay, juniper, ’round you I’ll strew
If touch was not gentle
Caresses not pure
With angelica I’ll draw your bath
If ‘cherish’ is foreign
Adoration unknown
Take my hand
I’ll show you the path
And a mirror
So you
Can see what I see
Be
What you’re intended to be
Precious
Divine
Sanctified
Contentedness
if one allows it
caresses shoulders tight
treats inner blight.
Serenity
once thought deserved
opens heart
soothes soul
through wounds shines light.
Injury and hurt
released
a choice
toward happiness
to peace.
What do you think you deserve?
Warm & Bright
Original Watercolor
by Kim Nelson
In Grandma’s lap
I learned all about
Love and light and God and right
In her garden, lessons eternal
The cycles of life
Violence
Strife
Ripeness and rot and renewal
In her kitchen, preservation
Both of food and of myself
As we peeled, pared, processed, bottled, saved
In her tub, of perfection
As she gently washed my hair
Kneeling down
Lifting up
Generous Sage
At her table, gratitude
Even when the fare was meager
Openness
Willingness to see the best
From her life
From her death
I learned of worthiness
Inherent
In All
At His behest
And of Grace
