Every now and then, loving brush strokes on my heart…
Paint my life around me as a breathtaking,
Incomplete, masterpiece of art.

A new perspective of liquid colors melting together and falling down…
Forming in my mind,
an opalescent puddle at my feet… on the ground

No longer able to see with my eyes, my heart translates for me…
A solitary place between reality and soul
As I become blinded by the blur and distortion takes its hold.

The stream of liquid diamonds in the richest sense of all
cleanses my mind of clutter and engages the depths of my soul.
A miracle of release intended to heal the heart...
An intense new view of the things in life that are out of my control.

Before too long, I’m drowning in a violent, opalescent ocean…
made of liquid vision from my heart…
Gasping for air and fighting…
Desperate to get a glimpse of the finished piece of art.

And just as the struggle becomes too much
in the darkest hour of hearts’ night,
I hear my Father’s voice calmly saying…
“Everything will be alright.”

“Fear not, my child, I AM is here, you are not alone.
If you’ll put your arms around me,
I’ll carry you to shore and get you safely home.”

His eyes light up as I reach for Him…
His smile paints morning’s first light upon my soul…
And slowly, the storm within a raging heart,
is brought under control.

Then He takes me by the hand and speaks such words of love,
From no one on earth… have I ever known…
“Be patient little one, it was all a part of the master plan…
Now, the canvas is prepared, and your Artist is at hand.”

“I painted those brush strokes on your heart...
they’re not finished yet, I know.
The important thing is they’ve done their work…
Liquid vision brought you home.”