The Poetry of Ruth - Pg 1

Thanks to the Artists of the World

Thank you all the artist in the world.

Thank you for being our cultured pearl.

Thanks to my beloved muscians

for the way we dance and sway to the songs you've played,

for the words that have been sweet music to our ears.

The hearts you've touched have meant so much.

Thank you for you gifts of sweetened life in your

obedience and ultimate glory to God.

Thanks for the memories inspired by the notes you wrote,

with the visions they invoke,

for the drum beats that make us stomp our feet,

for the heart sounds on piano keys,

for tender touches in symphonic melodes,

and the tones you've made through instruments

of strings and horns and trumpets streams

that make for sweet love dreams.

Thank you for the strength you've given through

your lovelorn torn hearts of sadness and blues.

Thank you for the hues in red and bright yellow,

and glorious orange sunsets and deep green sonnets.

Thank you all the writers of words through the

many, many, many hundreds of books I've read,

for your inspiration, your challenges

of introspection, your teachings and preachings,

your uplifting tones,

the sorrows and moans.

Thank you for the tears I've shed

by the words you've shared.

Thank you for all you've said,

Thank you for stating your purpose,

for your very being,

for sharing your hearts,

for all the boundless minds to faraway places

I've been and visited through travels with you

on journeys limitless in time and newly discovered spaces.

Thank you for the beauty of your voice.

Thank you for being gifted in your awesome poetry

and prose and notes of praises to God.

Thank you for getting us through

the storms we've met,

and still do.

And the tears we've wept,

and still do.

Thank you for the words you wrote and spoke

to the expectant page

through the currents of bejeweled river waters

washing up onto the banks

to unearth and birth the magic of the players' stage.

Thank you for seeing into your own being

through your own freeing of souls

flown across oceans and mountains and streams

in dreams and imagined thoughts

bringing forth the birth of nations

by tempting creation to blossom

and bring on the rains and pains -

to gain life anew in you.

I bless you as you bless me

and thank you for all your having given,

for your birthing in to this abundant earth

your blessed gifts of light

to brighten up our way

and to lighten the loads of the day.

Thank you for your gifts having flowed in pen and ink

to cause us to think,

in paint and wax and clay

to bring us into this very day,

in glass and jazz , brick and brack, in wood and stone

to fulfill the purpose of God

and continually create and renew our home

on this planet earth,

and bring about the new birth.

Thank You God for Your part

in bringing the artists' souls into our dimension.

Thank You

for creating us after Your own image.

It is a privilege.

Thanks too and praises to the highest high

for all those who have passed by -

those who have come and gone,

those who are,

those still struggling to be born,

those to be,

and thank You God for blessing me.  Amen

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A Few Words to My Dear Vincent - Van Gogh

These words are just a few

Just a note - to make note

that I have loved you with a graceful stroke.

I appreciate your shadings in peach orange bursts

and generous greens housed on landscapes

to placate the palate's voice to the rustling sounds

of the wind in trees amidst lonely prairie pines

under the quiet starry twilight

and captured the yellow supple sun

to sprinkle in the golden summer's day

and call forth the dawn to be born.

Thanks for suffering through

the agonizing purple storms

which raged inside your head.

Thank you for stretching your brush

across the boundaries of time

with the purity of the desert pine

to where I sit, abiding with you.

Love, Ruth