THE ARTIST (For my daughter Trudy)

A Poem by Helen Woodward

For all artists who so beautifully express our world to us...

Over and above the bluest sea
Hails a sky adorned with gold

Seen through the inspired eyes of the artist
And as the water caresses the sand
Remnants of castles built with love
Fade gently, into a vast atmosphere known only to God...

And with gratitude to the artist blessed with insight

They never disappear...

Amazing things happen
When the heavens meet the earth

And the artist's brush meets the canvas
In a tranquil display of color and texture
And somehow the moment lasts
Through eternal grace so evident
When the artist caresses heaven

With seemingly easy passion

These wonders are reproduced
Through daring dreams of vibrant imagery
The greenest tree shades the sandy soil close by
Another magical comfort offered
Opportunities all around are nectar to the gifted eye

Those who bring peace, solace and a quiet breeze
And assist our thoughts...transporting us to paradise
Creating an aura of constant and lingering strength of spirit

Can we afford not to desire a smoothly paved road
A stillness that leaves kisses on our faces
And the bloom of roses on our cheeks...just by looking?
Spending time alone with nature as it awakens tired minds
As weary bodies slow dance to the colour of the palette
Energy is immediately Rejuvenated...

Thanks to our gifted friend the artist.