All creativity points to God…

All creativity points to God…
It is where the fire is a little cooler…
Where the rocks are a little less jagged…
Where I can find the hidden keys to all magic.

Creativity is far more satisfying than my worries…
It loves everything and everyone…
Allows me to lose track of the hours…
Melts me into infinite explosions of beauty.

Without creativity there would be no story…
So thankful to the One who first put brush to canvas…
Offering me random patches of clarity…
Unfolding my day like on a movie screen.

I consider myself a somewhat of a troubadour…
My poems chattering through the quiet moments…
Collecting thoughts, sayings, pieces of clutter…
Until they all fit together.

I try to be more respectful than critical…
Loving rather than judging…
I try not to complain and keep my eyes on the beautiful…
Because, who knows, Creativity may be listening.

I love you,

Annie