All of them the color of a garden
Hung them tightly on nails and screws along brick
And left
They each are gardens of my hours
Countries of my sadness
Embarrassment
Anxiety wound up carefully in linseed oil and pigment
Brushed ever so lightly onto a canvas made of cotton
Duck fabric
Gesso
You may think you're looking at a buffalo
Really you are looking at the color of the house by our river
The arm of the water stretched beside it
An argument I resolved with the color coral
And prayer on prayer on prayer
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Thank you so much for taking the time to say a lil sumthin! Im so grateful that you even read my words and I hope they inspire and draw you closer to Jesus!