Category: Digital Art

The Trickster

He lives in my brain
Such a trickster is he
Causing chaos and confusion
And frustration for me
But he doesn’t care
Not one little bit
And continues his mischief
With no plans to quit
I awake from my slumber
With grand plans for the day
To declutter my house
And put everything away
I pick up a box filled with trinkets galore
And begin to plunder
In search for more
So consumed in my frenzy
The hours slipped away
And the house is more cluttered
Then it was yesterday
And the beat goes on
From one day to the next
Till one day for sure
I’m gonna break that trickster’s neck
~Sandi


















Bella! That’s Enough!

Bloganuary writing prompt
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
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She barks at everything, chases anything, trips all over our feet, and nearly rips the skin off our legs while attempting to jump over them on the bed. She’s clumsy as a newborn calf, and stubborn as a mule, but, if I could make her understand one thing, it would be to STOP LICKING! The floors, the blankets, the furniture, the beds, me, my husband, Pepper, and herself! For once and for all, I wish I could make her understand that her licking is bad for my health!

Thinking

Like a zombie he sits
In crypt-like silence
staring into space
Smoking a cigarette
Drinking coffee
Thinking

His wife
Is cooking and cleaning
Skinning her knuckles on the washboard
Bringing in firewood
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The bills are behind
The cupboards are bare
His wife is crying
The kids are misbehaving
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The kids are all grown
The boys are breaking the law
His wife is working
Cooking and cleaning
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The years pass by
They’re both old and gray
His wife is lonely and afraid
But in silence he lies
Between snow-white sheets
Thinking

He closes his eyes
He breathes his last
Leaving only behind
Fragmented memories of a man
Sitting in the shadows
Thinking


Hanging Upside Down!

John 16:33
“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world!”

Stress! Who isn’t feeling it these days? As a kid dealing with parents, two brothers, and school, I’d run bawling to my bedroom, slam the door shut, play my accordion, and sing until my tears dried up, and my heart felt happy again.

Today, dealing with a husband, two dogs, and everything in between, I still run bawling to my bedroom, and slam the door shut, but my accordion is too heavy to pick up, and I rarely ever sing anymore. And when I do, the dogs run and hide!

One day, at the brink of insanity, I glared out my bedroom window and noticed that our birdhouse on the old maple tree was hanging upside down. Just like I’m feeling, I grumbled to myself. Upside down! Inside out! My world is falling apart and everything in it is screaming, “Fix me!” and I don’t want to deal with it anymore!

I took a picture of the broken, upside-down birdhouse to use in my digital art, and as a reminder that ugly things can become beautiful when we see them from a different perspective. The ugly mess on the outside may not change, but the ugly mess on the inside; our rotten attitudes, anger, and resentment will change when we ask God for help. When we read His Word and listen as He speaks, and do what He says. He never promised He’d make things easy for us. He promised that He would always be there. That He will never put on us more than we can bear. That His yoke is easy, and His burden is light.

Things in my world are still broken, but today they don’t seem as broken as they were yesterday or the day before. I’m even thinking of leaving the birdhouse hanging upside down. It’s not so bad. I kinda like it that way. Maybe the birds will like it that way, too. Maybe they’ll want all the birdhouses turned upside down. Okay, stop! One broken, upside-down birdhouse is enough!

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A Coat of Many Colors

A Coat of Many Colors

This poem came to me one quiet morning during a moment of meditation. Suddenly, across the screen of my imagination, flashed a brightly colored robe . . . a token of Jacob’s love for his son, Joseph. This robe symbolized a position of honor and esteem. I wish I had known a father’s love like that, I sighed. Suddenly, like a gentle breeze, the cloak of God’s love wrapped around me, reminding me that I am precious to Him. All the finest and brightest treasures of this world pale in comparison to God’s unfailing, unchanging, unconditional love for humankind!

With loving care and tenderness

My Father made for me

A coat of many colors

For all the world to see

He didn’t have to tell me

I saw it in His face

This coat of many colors

Must ever be worn with grace

Threads of pure gold proclaim His birth

Purple, His royal descent

Stripes of snow white and patches of blue

Proclaim His purity, honor, and strength.

And to complete His glorious masterpiece

He trimmed it all in red

Proclaiming the cross at Calvary

Upon which His blood was shed.

Father, thank you for your wondrous gift

So precious rich and free

For the coat of many colors

You have made for me

And lest in arrogance I wear your gift

Forgetting from Whom it came

Remind me of the price you paid

To cover my guilt My sin

My shame