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Life’s Cycles


green circles

Life is about cycles. There is a time for everything. I try to represent this in the painting. The highlights are the moments that count, some unpredictable, some planned. I love the surprises; I welcome the challenges when life decides to spin me around. Happy cycling. We are given only a certain amount of cycles. Make them count.

Melba Christie

Unfinished Painting


 

 

 

 

 

It was supposed to have been a masterpiece

like a Degas or a Renoir,

carefully crafted to live a life of its own

way beyond the life of its painter.

the palette colorful,

the theme clear,

incredible perspective,

and free of creative conventions.

But life got in the way;

the brush strokes became careless,

the lines extended beyond the canvas;

and all was out of control.

Self-love diminished,

the paint brush, stiff and dry,

the idea confused.

Regrets and more regrets

relentlessly restricted

the soul’s creative path.

An unfinished painting

buried under the debris of all hope is a sad thing.

An unfinished painting

that could have been a masterpiece once

sits quietly on the easel.

People still sigh as they

walk by it.

No one will ever know

its joy and inspiration;

no one will ever know

its real purpose.

Life is sometimes like

an unfinished painting.

My advice is this:

(or it may have been someone else who said:

“Make of your life a masterpiece.”

Butterfly 1

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”


peace

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
“What’s in a name?”
A name possesses a soul of its own
A soul does not leave the body until it garners enough love
For eternity to judge its worth

My heart hankers for peace if that is what it is called
Because sometimes it seems what we have entitled it
does not truly claim or maintain it,
“Peace is not a season but a way of life.”

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
Am I to blame for such uncertainty?
A longing for something so elusive,
So exclusive
That not even my brain can perceive
Or receive
“What is in a name, I asked my muse.”
“All my life, my heart has longed for a thing I could not name.”

Will my desire be the refrain?

 

Let life find you


Let Life find you

 

Let life find you.

To work its miracles

As you learn to grow

A kind and fine heart

So that others feel joy in living.

 

Let life find you

Living the life

A life that is squeezable

Like a ripe orange

Fresh and juicy

providing pure energy.

 

Let life find you

looking at yourself

In the mirror

see the magnificence

of His image in you.

 

Let life find you

Ready to stand up and deliver

Willing if need be

To sacrifice for a cause

live with purpose

 

Let life find you

Dancing, laughing, and singing

In the rain

Drenched in happiness

and fulfillment

 

 

Let life find you

Breathing heavily;

Feeling the warmth of the sun

Caressing your skin.

Feel life happening to you.

Make every minute count

In multiples of ten and then some.

Look at the views

how plentiful

and beautifully designed by

the creator of all.

 

And inhale deeply every chance

you get.

Watch your chest rise with

each breath.

Notice its perfection.

Listen carefully

to your heart beating away

marking time faithfully.

Let life find you living

as if it were you last.

Life is too short my friend;

Life is just too short.

 

Melba Christie 2014

Let Life youPhoto by Melba Christie