VISUAL JOURNEY 2012
Section 3
All paintings are 5.5 x 8" in a watercolor journal, some with poems. My handwriting is pathetic,. copyright 2012 all rights reserved. dc riggs Enjoy the journey!
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7 November 2012 A
It was a day of darkness
not of night
but of storm and wind
the trees
made a mockery of my heart
as before the wind
they did bend
as if the rage of the heavens
had come down to earth
making wonder
of the validity of my birth
but God is in control
moments of despair will pass
somewhere the sun is shinning
and in time
it will be shinning here
where for now
the sky is dark, not yet night
as the storm creates the darkness.
dc riggs © 7 November 2012
7 November 2012 B
8 November 2012
8 November 2012 A
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9 November 2012
9 November 2012 A
God made the tree
tall and straight
with leaves rustling in the wind
in the beginning
God created
and saw that it was good.
Man took the tree
cut it, sawed
made it into a sturdy fence
close to another of God's trees
where God's Green grass grows
the fence proudly stood.
A boy, a girl, the path
walked by man's fence
kissed under God's tree
where His green grass grows
hand in hand they slowly walked
and God smiled, for it was good.
dc riggs © 9 November 2012
10 November 2012
11 November 2012
Love of Country, heritage
love of family
love of God
mom's apple pie
for God and Country
many step up
go forth in freedom's name
many die.
The bugles are not silent
no longer "Charge"
do they declare
the haunting notes of Taps
is all that is there
God and Country
salute their courage
as Old Glory does still fly.
Salute the Veterans
living and dead
by their sacrifice
our future is truly fed.
dc riggs © 11 November 2012
11 November 2012 A
11 November 2012 B
13 November 2012
11 November 2012 A
16 November 2012
17 November 2012
Follow, follow, follow the butterflies
to see where they will lead
over the grass
past the winding stream
where the flowers
blossom and quietly grow
see the colors
appreciate the beauty
it should always be a pleasure
as it should be with people
God created both
man, woman
to love, for them to love Him
to love each the other
protecting, supporting, valuing
each other
this is where God does lead
Himself, who made the butterflies.
dc riggs © 17 November 2012
19 November 2012
20 November 2012
A rose by any other name is still
well, a rose, always beautiful
each color a meaning
red - love, burgundy - unconscious beauty
white for purity, innocence
pink is for appreciation, darker for gratitude
yellow gladness, joy
peach, sincerity, coral for desire
orange is enthusiasm and fascination
black for death
blue for the unattainable, the impossible
a color for every rose
a meaning for every color
always something of beauty
a rose, by any name, sweetness still.
dc riggs © 20 November 2012
A single red rose
where the blue bonnets grow
the legacy of a Texican
once in love
a man they say
not of brawn, but of valor
who loved
with the totality of his heart
but failed in the quest
to find the girl
who could give him her heart
so he lived, so he died
and on this grave
with blue bonnets in attendance
faithfully grow did grow the red rose.
dc riggs © 20 November 2012
20 November 2012 A
A FINAL VERSE TO FINISH
written for Eugene and Billy Jean
Life is rough, full of uncertainty
trouble, danger
seem often just around the bend
the longer we live
the frailer is our health
but God is the Alpha, the Omega
the Beginning and the End
'Tis He that holds our Hands
our hearts
around the bend and to the next
until we reach our Heavenly Home
it is He who gives
love, understanding, forgiveness
the joys of daily living
and peace, even in our uncertainty.
dc riggs 21 November 2012
21 November 2012
21 November 2012 A
21 November 2012 B
25 November 2012
Words were rather unnecessary
the him, the her
to each the other
their gaze said it all
chemistry in motion
unseen
flowing unbidden
going deeper than eyes
to the depths
of the heart
holding hands
soon lips will meet
wrapped in a loving embrace
in the annuals of love
words are superfluous
the meanings quite necessary.
dc riggs © 25 November 2012
