Bright sunshine cast the sharp, dark shadows of leaf-barren
trees across the landscape, but the warm air hinted of spring. I pulled a long yellow
legal pad from a book shelf, picked up a pen, and headed out to stand on our
sprawling redwood deck.
The narrow creek was higher than usual. I could see pine
trees from the other side reflected in the still waters. I often wondered if
this was one of the creeks branching off the York and Mattaponi Rivers that
Captain John Smith explored by barge long ago, soon after the settlement of
Jamestown. Pocahontas and her friends might have played in our woods that edge
the creek. I wondered about that, too.
Something compelled me to step down from the deck and hurry
to my spot where I often study and photograph the marsh. Drawings and paintings
have resulted from those studies. Angels live in the marshland. I am sure of
that.
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"Angel of the Marshland"
©Mary Montague Sikes |
Angel of the Marshland
Angel of
the Marshland, your colors amaze me
And you
have such a vibrant glow.
Like lost
among the brown grasses
You’ve
changed the colors to suit you.
I love the
trees and waters of the marsh.
Do you hide
there often?
I will look
for you next time I go.
Then, I’ll
touch your golden hair.
©Mary
Montague Sikes
This is a painting that resulted from my visit to the hill overlooking the marshland that day. The poem (there are two more verses) came to me later. I could sense the presence of this angel standing near a tree soon to come alive with bright green leaves. The dogwood would have flowers as well.
My painting and poem became part of my very special book, Artful Angels. This is a book filled
with spiritual beauty and poetic wealth, designed to heal the body and the mind
with its mystery and magic.
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