thank you Lord
for the lessons
learned in art
for the light
laid with the dark.
for the ark
you gave us to build,
for the waves
you swiftly stilled,
for the wooden planks
that carried me to shore,
for the messes made
in the storm
for the words you spoke
in the dark
for the art you birthed
in silent nooks
for the words found
in your book
and the way
you sweetly say
to the eight year old in me,
“it’s summer.
go play.”