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With the ability to communicate

My sight, emotions, perceptions

Into a picture on a piece of paper

What would they draw?

Do you know how when you first open your eyes in the morning

There is a little bit of sleep left in the corners?

Its like He lets us keep just a little softness as we open to the light

To gentle transition us from dream to reality.

Have you ever walked through the grass early on a summer morning

When the dew clings to the blades of grass

As the sun peeks over the hills and the gentle wind blows

Reflecting golden pearls as far as the eye can see?

There is nothing more peaceful than the water just before sunset

With the motion of the water beating the shore

At the same time softly lulling the gulls and the boats

With the ever changing ebb and tide.

As the sun descends toward the horizon

The lakes and rivers begin to share their warmth with the evening sky

Once again creating that dreamy mist just around the edges of our vision

As the sun scatters into a million splinters on the surface of the lake

Only to playfully dance, always ahead, until the sky captures

The last rays of the day, painting the sky

With pinks and purples, as soft as a sigh.

Gods gift to me, and mine to you,

Does not from my hands arise.

The picture I paint is with my words

Only visible to the minds eyes.

By Kate Shaffer

August 24, 2007