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Gloria Poole; photo-by-gloriapoole/ Gloria / gloriapoole; Gloria Poole,RN, artist/ gloria-poole / gloria.poole/ at my own private apt in Missouri, 24-May-2014 at 3:09pm
by Gloria Poole, RN, artist of Missouri and Georgia.Copyright.
Writing, drawing and painting
is how I redeem the time.
to overcome the sorrow,
of my life,
that's filled with
emotions scattered,
all around
like trash
that fell from
the trash truck.
Writing to redeem
my life
from the trash bin,
is a worthwhile endeavour,
. though hardly a lucrative one.
A writer I am,
. shaped and molded
. by the events of my life,
that were as
unmalleable as an
anvil and hammer
beating the stark metal.
into polished glitter.
When I can't sort
my thoughts into cohesive
words to put on paper,
I draw to focus
my mind on something.
Anything.
Anything that distracts me
from the utter sense
of a wasted life.
A wasted life.
It's very hard to admit,
that all the dreams of
making the world,
a better place,
. evaporated.
like soap bubbles in the wind.
A world where
babies are born alive,
and gardens are plentiful,
and people are happy.
Where laughter
. and good times,
. are the norm,
and a feeling of
safety in the
love of GOD
just naturally rises,
like the sun,
until it's bright, golden
and shiny;
and illuminating.
A world with peace
and calm,
where the tiniest,
most helpless child,
is considered
as important
as the greatest King.
That world doesn't exist.
Maybe it never will?
People like me
have tried for centuries
to make a difference,
. to reshape the world
into a paradise.
But alas!
The first paradise
. of Adam and Eve is gone forever.
The primeval yearning
for supernatural beauty
. and conquering the world.
have created travel tours,
and cruises,
and flights to the moon.
I can't do those things right now,
. and so I paint,
and I draw,
. and I write.
To somehow,
record my existence
on earth;
to say, "I was here,
and I did my best,
but my best
was not good enough.
in many ways.
Drawing and painting
is not thought-intensive.
In fact, it sort of
empties the mind
of thoughts.
To make room,
for the blank canvas,
. or sketch paper.
. to create something:
to paint a scene,
or an emotion,
or a person,
or a pretend person,
to create beauty,
in some form.
To make art,
or write words
that touch the souls
of others,
to communicate.
Also, primeval,
the need to touch
the outstretched hand
. of THE MASTER.
to feel the charge.
of electricity and power,
. flow from GOD,
and to His created creatures.
wi-fi is not new.
prayer to GOD
ascended thru the heavens,
. and back again,
the same way
electricity spurts
from the sky
in thunderstorms.
The supernatural
manifestation of
. The power of GOD,
that what humans
think on earth
is known to GOD
. in heaven.
I paint,
and draw
and write,
and therefore I know
. I exist.
My heart has been broken
so many times,
it's like shards of glass,
tiny fragments,
bits and pieces,
that's impossible
to put together again. What's amazing about that?
It's the human condition,
of being to GOD,
as a one year old is
to an adult;
And so we all:
humans,
and spend years
picking up the shards
of the brokenness.
But.
There is a GOD,
Only ONE.
JESUS said,
"I and my Father are ONE."
One GOD
Who put Himself
into the form of
a human baby .
to come to earth,
with a mission
in mind.
And HE grew in favor
with GOD and man,
and told the humans .
how to live.
What to believe .
Whom to believe, .
and that HE has
a heavenly home
waiting for all .
who accept
HIS offer.
So.
The moral of the story
is that
this world is transitory
sort of a temporary
existence.
In preparation
for the after-life.
I know my name .
is written
in GOD's Book of LIFE
and that what I do
on this earth
is recorded
in heaven also.
My words
justify me.
And hopefully.
they put
footprints of mine
all over the world,
to cause people to
ask themselves,
"What was I born to do?"
I draw,
and I paint,
to teach the gospel
to promote life,
to share the
gifts of THE SPIRIT
given to me.
And to calm
my raging soul,
and battered brain,
like salve .
to a wound.
Drawing,
painting, .
and writing,
are my "medicine". .
they hold me in life.
while GOD does HIS plan
for me.
OK, I wrote that to get to this point. In life which is certainly one long continuous adventure, that emotion comes around intermittently. That fleeing of being a bobbing float on an ocean of water, of helplessness, seemingly impossible odds, is very overwhelming. I remember well having to swim literally for my life against the current to get back into shore when I was carried adrift even while splashing about in a safe level of water. If you look at this sort of abstract sketch, with all sorts of sea creatures [ eel; octopus; giant fish; seahorse; coral] in it, and a swimmer wearing a diving suit [also for surfing] with flippers, you see she was "prepared" for the sea. And yet you see her hands in a form of a prayer, lifted up together as she kicks toward the light in the top right corner of sketch. And her "star" is laying at on the ocean floor--her dream of deep sea diving or surfing or whatever evaporated from the odds. But she sees the light literally and is saved. The light of the sun can be seen from underwater. OK. So, when you are feeling overwhelmed by life, as if you are bobbing in an ocean of problems, challenges, difficulties, stressors [such as an octupus about to grab you??}, head for the light of GOD. PRAY! Then do something to help allay your anxiety. Almost anything physical will help. Load the dishwasher, mow the lawn, , go walkabout, take photos of everything you see--any thing to distract your mind for a while til your emotions calm down and you can think clearly.
Yes, of course, this is intended to be a LIFE-promoting post. NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER allow yourself to think of suicide. It's a sin against GOD, according to Exodus 20:13, King James Holy Bible. View the sketch then continue reading of a passage of scripture that I think is appropriate for this.
It is written, " if it had not been THE LORD who was on our side, now may Israel say; if it had not been THE LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us; then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us; then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul. Then the proud waters had gone over our soul. Blessed be THE LORD, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth. Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers; the snare is broken and we are escaped. Our help is in the name of THE LORD, who made heaven and earth." Psalms 124 [entire chapter]. KJV.
HEAD for GOD's protection physically, emotionally, spiritually when you are overwhelmed. Another scripture says "The name of THE LORD is a strong tower,; the righteous runneth into it, and is safe. " Proverbs 18:10, KJV.
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