This poem is for Kelly
who
paints so unafraid
it’s
clear God must have made her
to dream
in hues and sways
I just
chewed Psalm 131
that
Quiet Soul’s based on
the
first time I’ve sat
with
her abstract for so long
just a moment I
sat there
one moment with
all my gaze
though I’ve
passed the painting daily
hanging in the
nave
Quiet soul,
weaned soul
the child at
mom’s breast
there is no
sweeter feeling
than a soul at
rest
