A.R.T. (from 143)


(from 143)



Creating pictures of what goes on in my mind justifies my reason for living,

My thanksgiving for not being

blind to the life that has been set before me, though

my physical eyes don’t fail, these spiritual eyes get weak and as I close them,

I reminisce on the beauty that is the

brilliant colors aligning the undersides of my eyelids, I’m

thankful for the journey being so wonderful, so

enjoyable, so


I am thankful for the pain, the sad times, for without them life would actually be as

boring as

picking rocks on a beautiful day,

I discovered that no matter the rock,

it was in my hand because I observed its beauty

so is life, as beautiful as the view and sculpture

of its creator.


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