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An Echoed Voice (for the 10 yr WC C
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By Michelle Angelini
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An Echoed Voice


 


How can I sit at your knee, watching


since I am part of the blank canvas you shaped?


 


Your hands are birds flying


across this paleness, filling it with scrawny sticks


 


Twigs that change, grow, multiply


into verdant forests of cerebral thought


 


On the image remove one tree


to make room for immense multi-hued landscapes


 


As one field replaces another, they transform from concrete


to timber and the wings of your hands now fly swiftly


 


New colors flow from your limbs


filtered sun sifts through clouds onto golden fields


 


More work must be done before your wings can rest


here and there are empty spots where trees or creatures appear


 


All conception becomes a Word


and in its creation, an overflowing canvas chimes


 


We, my artist, are your voice and ears


the sound of how you created us from emptiness


 


It all comes back to you because of giving to us first


we are your word chimes, an echoing of Your voice


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Submitted: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Last Updated: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

About the Poet
Michelle Angelini, aka Chelle, has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She has been published in many Southern California chapbooks and calendars. I am retired and dealing with my health issues. My Saviour, Jesus is always with me. God holds me within His wings. I am working slowly on a second book poetry and possibly my photography. And, I'm over 65 now and still loving it, even though my social life is not what it once was because of the painful fibromyalgia. It's quite frustrating, but I know Jesus still has "work" for me to do to show how much He blesses me.


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