Friday, August 4, 2017

What is unsaid is a poem

Part of a 2-page spread . 

What is unsaid is a poem.
What is unknown reveals as much, if not more, than what is known.
What is unrealized is often what I most need.

I have been working large today--painting when I should have been doing a number of other things. Sometimes the paint calls. Some days I listen. That is a definition of grace.

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