As God sends spring at winter’s end and Birds return to build again – as dark woods quicken into green beneath the kiss of April’s rain, so shall I wake one happy day and feel the pulse of life anew, looking out with fearless eyes towards a broader brighter view – discovering forgotten dreams and happiness long denied – learning how to live again, by many sorrows purified. As new sap rises in the bough and bursts the folded buds apart, so will hope bring forth her flowers and joy return unto my heart. -Strong
New 4×4″ oil on canvas. In the spirit of Easter – from Friday’s work.
Title: Sacred Places – Remains of earlier times.
Theres always something intriguing and sad about abandoned places. This church stands silent and empty perhaps still waiting for the people to return.
The unattended headstones always bother me about these places.