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I wrote the first draft of this poem when I was about 17 during my Junior year of High School. Although I wrote quite a bit of poetry during my high school years, I fell out of the habit during the busy years of college, getting married, and having lots of little kids running around. Over the past few years, I have been going through my old poetry notebook and revamping some of the better ones to share because I have really missed the poetry in my life. The original idea for this poem was great especially for an about 17-year-old, but it needed fleshing out and reworking. It has taken me over a year so far to rewrite it–mostly because by the time I have enough quiet time, it is late, I am tired, and am feeling like my brain is a bit fried.
In the way of acknowledgements and dedication, I would like to thank my High School sweetheart and love of my life, now and forever after, for being the reason I wanted to write poetry in the first place and for believing in me; my Freshman and Junior year English teacher, Mrs. Rogers, who taught me all the basics, gave me the assignment in the first place, and was always available before and after class as well as before and after school to help me work out rhythm and rhyme, and give me words of encouragement which meant more to me than she probably knew; my author friend Lia London for proofreading, some helpful constructive critique, and being a much-needed fresh set of eyes; and last but not least to God who got me through all my rough patches and gave me little bits of inspiration in the restless hours of the night as I was trying to get the final draft complete.
Paintbrush, by Dawna Morton
The brush in my hand—
paint slowly creating the picture…
Will it be what I want in the end?
My life, will it make,
a beautiful picture—
through the road that I take?
Colors mix together:
shades and hues of hopes and dreams…
Do they add or detract from the theme?
Feet pacing floor —having given my all—
Temptation to crumple, to scream,
throw my failures at the wall.
Reflective, introspective: perspective.
Stumble, learn, grow, submit.
Needing guidance Divine, my faults I admit.
Purport, import, and a refining effort,
—lights and effects: fine tuning ever—
Transform, renew. Start over…
as the brush guides the colors:
each choice that I make,
each decision, each path that I take…
Of infinite worth, this repeating process–
both guided–yet guiding–
this seemingly perpetual work in progress
Importuning, with brush in my hand,
pleading, to put my hand in His.
Inviting –creating anew, a new symbiosis
A joining, a becoming, as both Creator and creation—
—a true work of art— a new, more celestial me…
His continuous re-creation–
as this “brush” tries so hard to express,
with feeling, love, and desire: the will serene
…of the Master Painter.
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A few Christmases ago my family and I tried giving only homemade Christmas presents (with the exception of my husband who bought me a badly needed new camera). This went really well, and everyone had fun finding creative things to do for each other. It has become a bit of a tradition since then… In process of making a busy book for my two youngest girls (which I sadly have not finished yet) I drew this sketch of Jesus:
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This Portrait sketch of Jesus shows him as if in mid smile. You can almost see him moving with sparkle and life. A look of happy kindness in one and sorrow and compassion in the other.. One arm is forward as if either in a teaching moment or to reach out to someone and lift them up…
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I started out looking around at several other renditions of Jesus in my home and on the internet, that other artists have created, just to help me fix in my mind’s eye “this is what Jesus looks like.” Then I took a sheet of graph paper, since this was just going to be for my kids and only to transfer it to cloth later, and did a quick little sketch; however, I quickly regretted my choice of papers since the sketch turned out so well. Thankfully using my scanner and Paint.net made it pretty easy to remove the blue grid from the sketch. Making a really clean “coloring book” version of this sketch for the book, while still keeping the kind, but lively expression, was a bit problematic. It took some trial and error to figure out which lines could be removed or altered and which had to stay. I spent days making printouts, changing things, re-scanning, touching up on the computer and printing it out again before I had this final draft. Transferring the drawing to the fabric was accomplished with a permanent ink marker and a cut up printout of the picture that I traced like a puzzle onto the book page. (Yes I know it would have been less hassle to buy a transfer, but I was trying not to spend money).
The sketch turned out so well I printed out extra copies to send as Christmas cards and as presents for a select few people.
I got the idea about a year later to couple this with my poem, Awakening Divine Self Worth, which is about changing from seeing yourself the way the world sees you to seeing yourself as of infinite worth as you develop the divine within you:
One shaft of light
Illuminates my mind,
Streaming through one tiny crack
Of this fortress mine.
Amid the dank and darkened shadows,
Through cobwebs aged with time,
This light begins awakening
An inner me, Divine.
Basking in this warmth of light,
A struggle now takes play
Breaking free from cobwebs
And reaching for the day.
I hunger for this filling light
I strive to let it in
To fill my aching eyes with sight
I know I must begin.
A stretch, a step, a forward leap,
Each stone moved from its place
This light, His love, a soul’s embrace
Shining from His face
Cast away the darkness
Dispelling all my fears
drive away the shadows
Through dust as thick as years
Planting me a garden
In my heart to shine
Showing forth myself, my love
My inner me, Divine.
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This is actually a rewrite of a poem I wrote back in high school. I haven’t written a new poem in many years, but I used to really enjoy it. I am hoping that if I spend enough time editing the best out of my old ones that writing poetry will come back to me. I also have this poem in conjunction with some of my forest photography, but I like it best with my sketch of Jesus.