The Gift of Creativity
Seeds lie in their bed of
packaged paper,
seemingly like bodies in a
coffin, dead,
waiting for a resurrection
when planted
into the warm earth with
springs
rain and warm sunshine
appear.
Reminds me of the bears in
hibernation,
sleeping but awaiting their
wake up call,
rousing out of a snoring
long winter
to baby cubs being birthed
and discovering
a new world for them to live
in..
So it is by faith, the faith
that worketh by love
our hearts never stop
wondering;
the urge to create that our
creator Himself
gave us of His very nature,
to plant the seeds
of our imagination, with our
paint brush,
our hands, our minds, our
quill
to bring forth beauty for the
beholders of our world.
Truly, love cannot work
without faith,
and faith cannot work
without love!
The love that propels us on
the journey
to bring forth truth and
magnificence that enriches
the soul.
Just as mankind wants to
perpetuate
their kind with
descendants, so our hearts
want to create and fashion
artistic
marvels that continue on
after we are gone...
Creativity is love, and love
truly is creativity!
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