ABSTRACT PAINTING

You came in season's changing wardrobes of cold November morn - neil aranda

Abstract Painting

You're such a kind, tender hearted tot. The world simply comes alive when you crop up. Like spring flowers and verdant summer grass meets in the fields of breezy afternoon. Your round ebony eyes beckons like alpha centuri in moonless pitch black sky.

My kindred did felt your sweet, loving promiscuity. Not as direct link to your biological incarnation but because of who gave you as a gift to us. When it was just me and your mom in this huge empty rooms full of failed wishes and expectations. Our heart's cry were heard by Him who lend you to us in swaddled fabric of pure joy. You came in season's changing wardrobes of cold November morn.

I still wonder what else God has in store for us. All I see now are silhouettes of silenced answer, sketched over the vignette canvas of pent up burdens on muted prayer room. You're the embodiment of a forgotten, half done, abstract painting, set aside under a cellar of forthcoming auction. Under the grand scheme of what someone could have become, or achieve, or be in the near future.

My heart always faints with hopes in the One who holds the paint brush of time. You're a masterpiece of God's unfolding kindness, His closeness into my ever longing heart. You're God's manifestation of His greatness, His unfinished work of art ...

by neil aranda 11/15/16

Author's Note

For Gabe ...