There are moments when life appears to be nothing more
Than the mirror image
Of a wall of chipped paint.
It may be the sorrow experienced through loss, anger, or rage.
Or maybe the surge of pain that made you faint.
But do not despair,
For when life feels fragmented or blue,
And we need another hue,
There is something we can do;
Scrape off the broken pieces,
Pick up a brush,
And dip into the paint,
For it’s never too late for our hearts to reacquaint.
Perhaps our brush can be found in the form of a hug,
Or a prayer that we say while kneeling on the beside rug.
Could it be as simple as a natural brush,
Immersed in warm color that allows anxieties to hush?
No matter your brush, your stroke, or your faith,
My prayer is for you to gain strength from the
Chips that land in your way.
copyright Robyn Graham
Many thanks dear Buck! Have a lovely evening!
thank you and you too!
Very beautiful stentiments Robyn ~ the metaphor is brilliant… x
Wow, Robyn! That is an incredible compliment. Thank you ever so much! Enjoy your evening!
i love the texture….i like such worn out, old, dry patterns 🙂
Me too Naresh. If only we could know the stories those old walls and patterns have to tell. Thank you for commenting. Robyn
nice textures 🙂
Thanks Joshi. I thought it was a nice find. Have a great weekend. Robyn
Thank you Soonie! Your compliment is received with much gratitude! Have a wonderful weekend! Robyn
Lovely words! 🙂
Thanks so much Richard!