Color me Purple – Part 8 of a 9 part poem on mixed media
Finally, after 2 1/2 months of not posting a ‘Color me’ girl, the purple one is done.
Purple is the color of royalty. Maybe it’s because purple robes were worn by royalty in the past and the rare occurrence of purple in nature made it one of the most expensive color dyes to create (source – Bourn Creative).
People of royalty are very wealthy. I consider myself royalty, but not in the earthly sense. I mean, let’s face it, you can’t just become royal. You’re born into it. I do, however, consider myself very wealthy, very powerful, and very free. Free to do what I like. Free to be who I want. Free to be me. Just me. And nobody can take that away.
My treasures are not things like gold and jewels. I could care less about them. My treasures are riches that can’t be bought. Divine and simple. Obtained without stress or anxiety. Deeply fulfilling and eternal.
How about you? What do you consider to be treasure? Are you deeply satisfied? Do you consider yourself wealthy and powerful? And how about free?
I saw the most amazing photo of a life-like sculpture yesterday.
Sam Jinks sculpture. Not a painting…not a photo… But an incredibly life-like sculpture.
Isn’t this an amazing photo? It makes me think about the cycle of life. We come into it as a tiny baby, live a ton of experiences, strive for eternal youth, but it’s no use. Sooner or later we all reach the winter of our lives and all of us have the same mortal destiny. We come into this world a little baby naked and we leave it naked.
I believe that the body is just like this jar of clay. It simply houses me. This jar is functional and serves a purpose. Along the way, in it’s fragility, it chips and cracks as it experiences the bumps of life. The beautiful thing though, is that God has made a way for me to shine. Within me, he has placed His very self, which is an eternal treasure that doesn’t waste away and decay. A treasure that daily fulfills and transforms me into something that meshes with this treasure. When this jar has served its purpose ,and who I am is released from it’s hold – ahhhhhhhhh – now that’s freedom.
Do you ever consider the cycle of life and how brief and fragile it really is?
The Etheree poetry form consists of ten lines. Each line has a syllable count as one higher than the line before – 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
I have just returned from an amazing mini-vacation in Porto Seguro, Bahia, Brazil. It was an amazing four days. I will post some photos soon. I will be packing up the rest of our stuff and moving south this week. Busy times. It may take me a while to respond to any comments.
Erika, oh Erika
Why do you cry so?
When I tell you you’re beautiful
Why do you cry so?
When I say nice things to you
Why do you cry so?
What did they tell you
When you were a child?
What did they tell you
While you were growing up?
How did they hurt you?
How did they make you sad?
You are a beautiful girl
You are a beautiful girl
Erika, oh Erika
Why do you cry so?
When I tell you you’re beautiful
Why do you cry so?
When I say nice things to you
Why do you cry so?
I’m so glad I got to know you
To hold you and share with you
I’m so glad I got to love you
The privilege is mine to have known you
To me you are so precious
A jewel to be treasured
You are a beautiful girl
You are a beautiful girl
Erika, oh Erika
Why do you cry so?
When I tell you you’re beautiful
Why do you cry so?
When I say nice things to you
Why do you cry so?
This song was inspired by a girl I met in Salvador, Bahia, Brazil. As the title suggests, her name is Erika. My husband and I were leading an arts team and one night, while doing some street performing in a slum area of the city I met her. I believe that God values each person as an individual, so I had made it a habit to pray and ask God who he would have me approach and what he would have me share with that person. I saw Erika watching in the distance and what came to my mind was a passage from the Bible, “Come to me all you who are weary and heavey laden and I will give you rest. Take my burden upon you for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” I decided to take a step of faith and share that with her, and as I did, she started crying. This was during the beginning of our month-long stay in that place. Erika and I developed a really special relationship. So much so that she started calling me mom. She would come and visit us all the time and I would share God’s heart with her and she would cry, and cry, and cry. She is such a beautiful girl, and so precious. She is a jewel, as all people are in the sight of God. I don’t know what had caused her so much hurt and pain. I just know that her maker loved her, and wanted to make her whole. And so was birthed this song, ‘Erika’.
Have you ever felt like you were no good? Have you ever been belittled by someone? If so, how has it affected you as a person? How did it make you feel? Did you see yourself differently? Did you think of yourself any less than you had thought before? Did it affect your self-esteem. I know that it did for me. Penny for your thoughts hmmmmm…..
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