Cacophony

The largest population has the
smallest voice.
Cries for help
drowned out,
buried,
layered under
non-stop
pervasive
Media.

Everyone has an
opinion.  Here is
Media’s opinion:
The only one
correct is the one
speaking loudest.

Be!  Do!
Listen!  No!
Yes!  Right!
Stop!  Wrong!

I cover my ears.
Cacophony leads to
destruction.
We are puppets,
Media the puppeteer.

 

©Hilary Clark ~ 8/24/16

See the quilt here.

Lead with Love

Love bursts out like the
sun’s rays, radiating in all
shapes and sizes and
color combinations.

Bright lives are
lived with love leading.

If God is love and love is
God, then love exists in the
moon and stars and sun,
in day and night, among the
flowers and across fences and
during picnics.

Every moment of every
day, we choose to lead with love.

Or not.

Which do you choose?

 

©Hilary Clark ~ 6/29/16

See the quilt here.

Screen Door (formerly Summer Garden)

Summer always retrains my OCD.
Days and months and hours and seconds of
Grey, rain, snow.  Monochromatic.
Dull.  Ordered.  Routine.  Then, one day,
I get out of bed and the sun is
Shining.  And I don’t need a
Coat to go outside.  The garden
Explodes in color — ALL the colors.
All the vibrant, rich, riotous color
Jumbled and strewn and on top of
More color.  The world glows.
The screen door replaces the
Storm door.  I’m opening it.
Time to let go and play.

 

©Hilary Clark
6/3/16

See the quilt here.