Sunday, March 13, 2011

Creation Poem

I create paintings
my mother creates gardens
together our hands
etch colors upon the earth
call to the ancestors
heal our spirits
something within takes flight
as the sun reflects love
the joy of life
is reflected in what we've made
moons and oceans ago
we were given our gifts
and we made them grow
passed down from souls
we have never seen
to rest in our hearts
creation lives within us
love pushes it out
so that we may thrust it up to the stars
and live within dreams

copyright 2006 Marissa Arterberry

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