Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, Scripture

Transformation

Painted rocks

What was

Once mundane,

Was found, and chosen by

Loving hands, to be a new creation.

Transformed

Completely

By the artist to become His.

A unique work of art

Glorifying

His love

Butterfly Cinquain

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! 2 Corinthians 5:17

Posted in November 2019, Rhyme

Inspiration Is:

reach for the sky, sky, boy on ladder reaching

Inspiration is an impulse to try something new.
A revelation that your life’s work isn’t through.
A thought that stimulates an action,
Spurring you by stimulating traction.

Arousing a notion, increasing your might,
Inspiration awakens you in the night
To new possibilities.
It’s the brainchild of capabilities.

A spark that lights a flame,
It changes the same, reorders the game,
Illuminates the path to find your muse,
Unleashing creativity without excuse.

It may come as a flash, creating a rumble,
Causing the mundane to fall and crumble,
Awakening a vision, encouraging a dream,
Inflating your diminished self esteem.

Often it’s a whim, a hunch, an insight,
An idea that seems to just sound right.
A brainstorm that threatens your complicity,
Calling you revive an old ability.

It motivates you to flights of fancy,
Soaring to heights that may be chancy,
Yet elevating you to live in rife,
And experience an enthusiasm for life!

Rhyme

Posted in Christian, Etheree, January 2017

Ribbons of Life

Ribbons of Life watercolor painting , original painting by Leona J. Atkinson
Life’s

Ribbons

Teardrops flow

Pain overwhelms

Trials seem to grow

Hope slowly declines 

The future looks so dim

Yet thru all these ribbons glows

The strong and sure symbol of Him

He nevers leaves us nor forsakes us

Etheree

Yesterday I decided to do a watercolor tapestry of my life.

I planned to use different colors and drawings to represent my various life events. Well, not being an artist, the whole painting ended up looking like a timeline of colors with some childish doodle drawings. The one thing that stood out was a brown cross that I drew, however, the rest of it I knew I would need to redo.

The whole painting had a good message as I explained it, it just needed a better appearance.   

So, this morning I had the thought to just wash the whole painting clean with water and start over, kind of like a new life, new beginning. So I did. I loaded my shammy with water and washed and rubbed. In the end most of the paint disappeared, some just faded and all the drawings washed away EXCEPT THE CROSS!  Honest! 

The Cross didn’t fade nor change at all! It did not erase thru all I did! All the other drawings were drawn with the same watercolor pencils as the Cross, and they all erased, but it did not! AMAZING! 

It seemed God was speaking to me in this, telling me that nothing can ever erase the message of the Cross. That what Christ accomplished thru His death on the Cross will always remain and that if we believe and receive Him as our Savior and Lord He will never leave us nor forsake us. 

This seemed so profound to me that I decided to name the new painting “Ribbons of Life” to represent that no matter what happens to us in our life, if we have believed and received Jesus as our Savior and Lord, He will always be there with us thru it all! 

Posted in January 2017, Triolet

Life’s Tapestry

Tapestry
Weaved with the color of joy

Stained with the color of pain

Threads that hope does employ

Weaved with the color of joy

Moments of small things that annoy

Seasons filled full with rain

Weaved with the color of joy

Stained with the color of pain

Moments time can’t destroy

Memories that always remain

A perfect pattern they deploy

Moments time can’t destroy

Our private life convoy

Showing exciting and mundane

Moments time can’t destroy

Memories that always remain

Double Triolet

Posted in June 2013

June’s Invitation

June’s fourth is calling me to “Come!
Visit before this day is done,
See the beauty created for you,
Smell the flowers, enjoy the sun.”

Yet, indoor tasks are pressing me
To focus on the mundane.
What shall I do? A choice is due,
For this June day will not come again.

Leona J. Atkinson
 06-04-13