Garden Gate

Within my heart a garden grows,

wild with violets and fragrant rose.

bright daffodils line the narrow path,

my footsteps silent as i pass.

sweet tulips nod their heads in rest;

i kneel in prayer to seek Gods best.

For round my garden a fence stands firm,

to gaurd my heart so i can learn.

who should enter and who should wait

on the other side of my locked gate.

i clasp the key around my neck 

and wonder if the time is yet

If i unlocked my gate today,

would you come in? or run away?

Isaiah 53:5

"He was Pierced for our transgressions,

he was crushed for iniquities;

the punishments that brought us peace was upon him.

and by his stripes we are healed"

Isaiah 53:5

The Shape People

As light shines down, it creates dimensions. 

Shapes appear different in size. they are figures.

They dance, move and stand still.

They have no faces, but there movements say everything.

 There is no need for words.

Emotions

Smiles Spread across their lips,

tears roll down there cheeks.

there emotions ever changing.

captured in limbo...
unable to move.

These are not my original peices of art. I to choose an artist to imitate for my art class so i chose Roy Lichtenstein. These are his works of art I just imitated them.