MORNING HAS BROKEN
their bags for their journey...........getting ready
for the flight.
This is a wax painting, I did not
purposely sit down to paint the blue bird.
He showed up in the wax, so I outlined his
body and let him stay.
9/22/2012--Our choir is learning the following song, and I realized while singing it that it fits my bird that showed up in my painting. It's written by Eleanor Farjeon.
Miss Geraldine this song is for you.
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning,
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.
4 comments:
I like this piece very much Brenda. Is it a quilt or painting. It is hard to tell. I just love birds.
Thank you Carol, this is an encaustic wax painting.
I did not set out to draw the bird, it just showed up
in the wax.
Hello Brenda, I think perhaps the bird was always there and that you just uncovered him. Just how it occurs to me:)
beautiful... simply beautiful... such an array of color .... and he sits right in the middle of it all. I love it! I'm glad you let him stay and that you highlighted
appearance... making His presence known.
hugs for a blessed new year
patrina <")><
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