Late Have I Loved You

 Sometimes my bones ache when the weather changes. My bones may not be as old as yours but they have absorbed their share of battle, strife, and mishap; what they remember is more than physical. At work I take a break from sitting at my computer, stretch a bit, and speak gently to the murmurers as they expound upon their pain: as a Wise One I know is fond of saying,              “O Blessed brokenness that excites the mercy and grace of God”.

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About Artist's Eye

Our family moved to the Community in 1990. While raising our two children here I've worked at Paraclete Press and have been involved with Fine Arts over the years. I love to paint, tell stories, and build puppets--a thirty foot whale and her baby for the Spirit of America Band Field Show was one of the funnest projects I've ever done!

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