The Art of my Heart,
Is not mine alone,
It is a bounty blessed from the Lord above
Given to me, like knowledge just popping up which I previously have never known.
It is a pleasure, but tedious sometimes to fulfill.

Passion, as flowing as the river
Which I know can become still, like a lake.
Just swirling and chopping in the same spot,
But when the rainstorms come,
And thunders with the sweetest breath of intoxicating delightful power,
They fiercely make a wonder pour down, then it gushes out,
And overflows and the Angels blow their trumpets to announce the Hour,
That the point of a flash flood
Has overpowered!
And then,
My boundaries, are broken...

My heart it ROARS!

The art from my heart,
it bursts with palpitations,
And quickly trickles, and bubbles, and explores places I have never known.
For the Heavens,
They give me ideas,
like voiceless words talking in my head.

And for the end I know,
It is always given.
Or so is the Eyes Of my Beholder,
Guiding my hands and heart and mind
To what is planned...

The End..



© Karen R. Hickey...
Written by Jesus Christ and my Angels...