morning glories

there is art in life

the genius of nature

the ingenuity of women and men

the gentle cry of a new born babe

and there is mystery

we are urged to unravel our lives

to see what is

and to hold it sacred

the spider spinning her web

the bird’s intricate nest

the kangaroo’s cozy pouch

and the human heart

home is love

and where we love

where we teach

where we grow

holds a quiet

a lasting reverence

and done right

we return to it

in our minds

over and over again

it is how we begin

to live

how we reincarnate

the ghosts into our lives

in every season

for every reason

we are artists

our lives

the masterpiece

everyday we pick up the brush

we add more color

we smudge the gray

with hints of white

we add the flower

that bloomed just yesterday

and the faces

oh the faces

the smiles we cannot forget

tears brim in that place

and as best as we can

we paint love

but it is holy

it never forgets

it is difficult to paint here

there

anywhere

and yet like all art

a feeling is there

and we hold it close

until we arrive home

in the late afternoon

the place we experience

what it is to love

or where we don’t

and in the last page of our lives

we leave in panic or peace

and all depends on the art

how we colored our lives

with hope and joy

in every room

in every landscape

in every sunrise

that speaks to us

with love so true.

good morning

beautiful morning glories

i have a surprise

a gift just waiting for you

~ patty brown

art — unknown