LSOF poetry: Art

A Work of Art
By: Angie Sarich

It begins within the pores
Of a white pallet.
Emerald vines weep through,
And cover each side;
As if they were the curtains,
Opening up the stage of the soul.
Footprints are placed along
The path in slight watercolors.
The sea of forest is full of eerie shadows,
As dawn breaks it breathes light
Onto white orange blossoms
Covering the branches.
Eagles soar above, and seem to have conversation
With the nature below.
The grass sways if they were hypnotized by
Tchaikovsky’s “ Swan Lake”.
A few old leaves cover the ground
By a sparkling stream,
As if it was the boundary line,
Of life and death.
Sunset starts to follow in the shadows,
And then the moon begins the night.
It centers in a piece of beauty
That is rarely seen in the twilight.
A single rose with few thorns keeps her posture,
And her dignity is strong within her.
Tonight is her debut,
The audience awaits.
She shares her story,
And is given a standing ovation.

LSOF: Beauty can be found…in the simplest places



My friend Cady has shared such wonderful thoughts with me on beauty, and this is the piece of art that she was inspired to make through our thoughts on faith and beauty; and I’m also mentioned too..but that’s not a big deal:)

Cady is a wonderful person, and I love that she sees life in a similar way I do:)
You just never know who God will place in your life:)



Have a great day!


LSOF: ” What Moves Me…”

I am being sent a piece of art from a friend. Its not here yet, and not quite sure if even at this moment if she has finished it; but for every person I’ve ever known or not known in this life; I have to tell you I am overwhelmed sometimes by people’s kindness. And the fact that a piece of art has apart of me made into it…I am lost for words.

It is God who is charge or who we meet or don’t meet…and who we know or don’t get to know from a distance.
I am fortunate to have gotten to know some amazing people.
And I am blessed to know more keep being added to that list:)

This is apart of the email I sent when I found the art:

It reminds me of a verse in Phillipians 3:14; but I added Phillipians 3: 7-13, so you can see why.

To me ” What Moves Me- there is no other prize” and means…that everyone in this world can be unappreciative who they are or what they’ve become, or the air they breathe. They can have their photoshop images, and designer clothes, jewelry.
but at the end of the day, when all is quiet and still…I can look up into the stars
after the clouds have moved on and think to myself…” You can have all this world, but just give me Jesus.”
(Only He moves me)
I saw that image in a movie once, where a child had fighting all around him in the streets, and he just looked
up to the sky, and forgot about the chaos around him. I want to always be that person; that remembers
there is something greater, and more worth it than the things that exist in this life.

Here is the verse: Which I decided will be my #7 for memorization. How cool would it be to memorize this!

“But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Chris t
and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.
I want to know Christ and the20power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,
and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
(Phillipians 3:7-14)