Saturday, March 21, 2009

Liquid Music

Painting along with the Gaither's singing, I let the sweet old hymns permeate my soul, as watercolors blended on my paper. "Stepping in the Light," and songs of going home to Heaven. I halfway prayed "Why didn't you give me the gift of music?" Something inside me said "Look at what you have in your hand. You are making music with a painting of mustard fields and oak trees. They sing to me. "

1 comment:

  1. This post made my eyes water. Writing is another one of your "musics"!