Wednesday 28 September 2011

Granite Places.

Carpe Diem...recently painted 48" X 60"





















Inhospitable...hard...windswept...bare...
Granite horseshoe wildly flung...
Vast and north, both strong and free...
Canadian Shield...
Emaciated quilt of threadbare soil, thinly carpets vast expanse...
Quilts...so easily displaced...lay bare this giants plate...revealing slightest pink...
Textured lines striate...memories from icy wars...
There they rise...emerging impossibility! 
Deriding dusts so wafer thin...
Titans tall of windswept green...reach to touch and kiss the sky...
Swaying stately splendor strong...
Below at base...the fissure waits...
Giants lonely seed is blown...
Tumbling red faced, to the void...
Whack!
Naked and exposed it falls...
Avian breakfast seeks above?...whew!
Shiver shakes it full awake...
Decisions nose right in the face...
To hope and dream for futures sake?
Thoughts...these crazy thoughts...
Visions...vast with arms to sweep...
Expressions praise and shade to give...
Digging deep...to cut through stone...
Really? 
Granite?
Imperceptible topsoil...
Ridiculous...
Kill the dream!
Impossible...growth...that large? 
Roll over...take a nap...
Give rest a try...
Go back, they say...and close your door...
Dream your dreams...but far away...
Expose your head? Annihilate...
I hear it speak...that lowly seed...
Throbbing choices to endure...
Reaching down and reaching up...
Pushing back the darkness deep...
Gestations travel now complete...new life’s about to come...
Tiny head peeks skylines orb and...groans...
Scorching heat of summers sun...
Blasts of autumns freezing rain...
Depth of frostbite’s bitter bite...
Year to follow lonely year...
Faithful faces tests of time...
Mock and ridicule deride...
Sneering, laughing, shaking heads...
Walking backs again depart...
Bother? 
Why? Just shrivel up...and die...
No one there to see nor care...
Yet...
Monoliths monicker great White Pine...
Grandeurs dance from stage afar...
Bent with windswept backs they stand...
Trademarks of the stalwart north.
Wild framed warriors...scars abound...
Contorted mar of deepest pain...
Groans of grief...misunderstood...
Twisted broken limbs that speak...and so they lean...
Quiet, humbly into view....
Artist paints His masterpiece...
Single focal point he claims...astounding art...all that remains...
Image of decided truth...
Gracing palace walls both far and wide...
Thousands come to stand and gaze...
Stay to revel and to praise...
Giving up? 
Crushed with pressure crevice living? 
Walk away?
To be sure...temptations strong...
Softness winks her warm caress...
Enticingly says disengage...
Constant storms too much you say?
Long and lonely vigils wait...
Broken through obedience...
Surrounded and embraced by few...
Raising standards very high...
Billowed, bent and sails all full...
Driving roots through solid rock...
Framed in grace a light to spot...
Short lived lives...to count or not?
“And let us not lose heart and grow weary and faint in acting nobly and doing right, for in due time and at the appointed season we shall reap, if we do not loosen and relax our courage and faint.” Galatians 6:9 Amplified Bible (AMP)
Soli Deo Gloria
J. Douglas Thompson...SDG
Copyright 2011

2 comments:

  1. May I exhale, now? Thank you for enduring and creating.

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  2. Dawn does not come until after the darkest hour
    Blossoms do not appear until the tree is bare
    Spring does not arrive until after the coldest day
    Life does not begin until death has occurred
    Thank God for the cycle of Creation providing the perfect balance of contrasts which enables reflection and certainty in the moment and into the future
    Cheers
    Phil

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