Learning to Walk

There are days it feels as though we stand before a chasm,

one foot outstretched.  

But its the other days that leave me unsettled now.

For isn't every day uncertain, except for God?

Looking back I shudder, at all the years spent, foot outstretched.

Unaware.

Today, Thanks to God, I walk, eyes on my Savior.  

I look away, I fall.  

Looking up, there's His hand reaching down.

Anything in Jesus Name

Oh how my heart aches

as I think of my home.

Those whom inhabit my memories,

voices that walked with me through the Cotton.

Was I asleep, living a dream, thin as tissue paper?

Am I awake now?  My soul bleeds, scabs torn off. 

Oh God I cry out for those I love.  I plead.

Have you not said I can ask anything in Jesus name?

stick carving (The Challenge)

My friend Glen gave me a very interesting stick recently.
Being very long and narrow with lots of interesting natural knots and twists of the grain, it provided me with a quite a unique carving challenge.

Well, here it is Glen.

Love (I Guess this one is for Valentines Day)

Feb.7, 2010  Sunday

I wasn't going to post this writing.  Perhaps I thought some might think me crazy or just weird and flaky (but I should be used to that by now)
Something told me this vision was intended for more than just me.

Today, in church, as we sang praises to God, I closed my eyes and saw a multitude stretching out as far as the natural eye could see and beyond.  They were all singing one song. A song of praise to God.  As the sound rose each individual could be clearly heard.  each persons voice was clear and yet all blended together perfectly.   The most extraordinary thing I have ever heard.  And the Holy Spirit told me what it was.  The sound rising up to the throne of God was composed of individual acts of Love.  Millions upon millions.  Love rising up.  That was what I was witnessing.  Each unique, each a gift.  Each singer a frail human spirit with it's own broken beauty.  I wish I could paint that picture.  I'll hold it in my heart, a promise.  But it was not some time in the far distant future, some fantasy land far off.  I see it clearly.  It is now.

Moon Kiss

Several years ago I painted a version of this painting as a gift for my wife Sandy. (It is currently on loan to her son) It has gotten so much interest that I decided to paint a series based on the original. (I rarely paint a painting twice) To date I have painted two versions besides the original. "Moon Kiss" and "Moon Kiss (Aurora Borealis)".  

This one is oil on canvas and 8x8x3 inches deep. (it also makes a handy 

little shelf for my carved self portrait, I think I might keep it)

Moon Kiss

Moon Kiss (Aurora Borealis)

Oil on Canvas 9x12"

Lorison's Garden

There is an older gentleman from Los Algodones that I used to see working his garden plot on a daily basis.  (out behind the clinic where the new houses are now being built)  He would often came and give Sandy and myself a wide smile and a hug and shake his finger at us while laughing.  In particular I remember his hands, they showed the marks of years of hard labour and where like iron when he shook my hand.  His name is "Lorison" and this is a painting of him.  I call it "Lorison's Garden"

Creole Dictionary

Creole Dictionary

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Villa Esperanza, December 2009

http://gallery.me.com/daveandsandy#100109

Here are some pics from our recent trip to the D.R.