Stretched out before in solid hues of green and yellow gold,
The days beyond are limitless in view.
No hardened line of mount or crag no trees obscure or hold,
There is no sense of anything to do.
The grasses sway and I may dance along if I am bent
Or I may push against the force of wind.
Adventure is the path I make, the steps where I am sent
I leave my mark where grass and flower thin.
And no one goes ahead of me whose feet have left a print
And no one comes behind that is afraid.
So boldly I step forward into paths which have no story
I bring along my ink and steady quill.
To write the birth of greater things and dig a futures quarry
From pools my pen and ink have yet to fill.
I cower not from nothing and it’s overwhelming presence,
I will not bow to silence or it’s song.
And stand I will. And carve I will the empty field’s acquittance,
Whilst he realizes all that is his wrong.
One moment more I bask in all that was my well laid plans,
Now turn and wash away the days that were.
There’s nothing now to hinder what is burning in my hands,
To build, and grow, and see what faith can stir.

I'm on this poetic kick lately. I'm sure it will pass so don't get too upset if it bores you.

I was lying in bed trying to sleep in the new year but my mind and heart were full of things regarding the turn of the year. I often have a picture that goes with my emotions. And a new year always begs for some direction or intuitive expression for the coming 365 days. Last year I felt a sense of warning, that the abundance of 2007 would not follow through the year. I am thankful that we have not been strongly affected by the economic woes our country suffers but I am reminded of how quickly things can change. This year...as you can tell from my melancholy prose...I envision the year as an opportunity to do something new. As if there is a limitless prairie stretched out before me and I can make it whatever I want. Right now that seems refreshing, however I am the type that has a hard time making a mark on a bright white canvas for fear of making a mistake. I get the inkling though that God is setting me in a place of vulnerability to give me the chance to prove what He has been teaching me about failure and risk. This year...will be what I make it. I have limitless resources in Him and I hope I can be a faithful servant to His kingdom.

I got out of bed to write out my picture and have been contemplating what to build first on my grassy field. I think that a nice tall swing set would be a good start.

Happy New Year!!!!