I feel the wind
gently brushing my hair,
and the sun on my skin,
warming my soul,
from the outside in.
I feel content,
sitting here,
by myself,
with the city sounds,
playing in the background.
I feel a love,
deep in my heart,
that deepens,
with each moment.
I feel connected,
more than ever before,
to God,
and to myself.
I want to be here,
in this place,
where I embrace,
the gentleness of life.
Then I realize,
for the first time,
this is what peace,
feels like!
Different hues of pink,
flow from my heart,
onto a white canvas,
where it meets,
dances,
and creates,
a new natural world,
with yellow and green.
An explosion of love,
where joy bursts,
like spring flowers,
out into the air.
Where it breathes,
moves,
and feels,
the happiness,
that so far,
always remained inside.
Out of control,
this happiness flows,
out of my hands,
onto a canvas,
where it finds a place,
to shine brightly,
in a dark world,
that is slowly coming,
out of winter.
An explosion of joy,
is what my heart,
had to give,
and in that explosion,
I find a smile,
waiting for me,
every time,
I look at my canvas!
The photo above is from a painting that I created about a week ago. It was my first attempt at pouring art, and it turned out great. I am so happy with the result, and I love looking at it. It is acrylics on canvas, and it is called ‘An Explosion of Joy’, just like the poem. So, the poem I shared today is based on the painting and on the painting process, and I hope you enjoy both! Again, when you want to share my work, please ask, or give me the credit. And maybe good to share as well is that the painting is not for sale! Have a lovely day! Thank you!
The heart that opens up,
to the word around her,
allowing the wind to blow,
through the curtains of her window,
is able to embrace love,
when it presents itself at her doorstep.
Full of joy she opens her arms,
recognizing kindness,
when it presents itself.
She buys flowers,
and puts them on her table,
and bakes a cake to share with friends.
She laughs in freedom,
and speaks her mind,
when someone asks her a question.
Unafraid she presents herself,
to a world so different than her own.
She has faith in her Creator
and awaits His presence full of love,
and when He comes,
she presents to Him the same woman,
she has presented to everyone else.
Her soul blooms in the knowledge,
that someone loved her,
before the world ever could.
She does not hold on to rejection,
but finds peace in her temporary solitude,
relying on God to provide,
new and exciting adventures for her life.
When the heart opens up,
trust is able to find peace,
in a world so fickle in her being,
because she belongs to God,
who carries her in His hands,
and bring her more love,
than any human being ever could.
This poem and image (as well as all the other work you find on this page) belongs to me, Gineke van Keulen. If you want to use or share it, please ask first, or give me credit, Thank you!
Sitting at Your feet,
You braid my hair like a laurel wreath,
while the rosary is in my hands.
I sing a song on the breath of a nightingale,
until a small bird falls asleep in my lap.
A waterfall of pure light,
covers me in Your sweet kisses,
where Your love covers me with laughter.
The sweet joyful sound,
that comes from deep within my heart,
awakens the rainbow-colored butterflies.
My head rests against Your chest,
where I hear the soft beating of Your heart.
The soft fabric of Your robe comforts me,
like a blanket against the bitter cold.
Your arms are my deepest safety,
where I am guarded like a precious pearl.
Your words of wisdom nestle in my soul,
where it builds golden castles on a green meadow.
We run between the daisies,
as I hold on tightly to my rosary,
and my giggles blend with the scent of roses.
A gift is a memory of love,
that reminds you of the giver.
As I softly fall asleep on Your lap,
the rosary is still in my hands,
where I keep it as a memory,
of You.
Thank you for reading my poem today! I truly appreciate it, that you took the time to read my work. Once again, thank you! It takes time and effort to write these words. The poems are a piece of my own heart and soul, so I would appreciate it, if you would either ask for permission if you want to share my work, my poems, or give me credit! Thank you very much! Have a lovely day!
Relax,
extend your lungs,
and breathe.
Remember,
today is where you are,
so, stop your thoughts,
from walking,
into previous years,
or worrying,
about what is ahead.
You live today,
breathe in this knowledge,
because this is where God is,
this is where He meets,
with everything you are.
This is where He embraces you,
where He guides,
and carries you.
Strength,
is what you get today.
Peace, is what finds you,
like a gift,
in the early morning.
You are loved,
covered by the cross,
and you will make it,
even in your pain,
and deep sorrow,
because I am here,
with you,
every single day,
in the present moment!
Breathe!
If you want to use my work, please ask me first, or give me credit! These poems are a piece of my heart, and it takes time and effort to write them! Thank you!
The first snowflakes fall,
and my soul rises up,
to become one with the sky.
My arms spread wide,
like the wings of angels.
My joy overflows,
as I put my trust in you.
I rise and I fall,
as I am dancing on the wind,
and my heart surrenders,
to the beating of your love.
I wish, I understood,
how the wind blows,
in and out of this world.
I wish, I could hold on,
to each snowflake,
and hold it in my hands.
But only in complete surrender,
can my wings find the strength,
to take off and fly away.
Away to a place,
beyond this ice cold universe,
where your arms are waiting,
to welcome me home,
in paradise.
All poems on this website/blog belong to me, Gineke van Keulen, ask before using, or mention my name when sharing. Thank you!
Words escape me,
in a world so dark –
so filled with hate.
Differences exist,
and this small world,
should be big enough,
for all of it.
Let all the differences exist,
between you and me,
and me and you.
Let life breathe,
a breath full of air,
and allow the heart,
to beat one full beat,
every time.
Unhappiness,
lives in all of us,
even in me.
but only,
in the acceptance,
of each life,
can we find,
our peace.
A peace,
this world,
so desperately,
needs.
Let there be peace!
Wings spread,
open and wide,
wrap around me,
in an embrace.
Right there,
in your arms,
made of love,
pure and gentle,
safety finds me –
gives me a home.
Here I cry,
tears of joy,
of intens hope,
and undying grief.
A mother’s love,
difficult to catch,
in one simple phrase,
is only understood,
deep in the heart,
of all I can ever feel,
and every emotion,
I ever hope to touch,
in this lifetime!
If I would expect it,
it would not be unexpected,
it would not be a gift,
and it would not require faith.
Unseen,
is what only the heart can see,
when it feels,
beyond the borders of reality.
Nervous is the unexpected,
trembling in her hands,
but in the arms of love,
it finds peace,
in this new,
and unexpected reality.
*All the poetry on this website/blog belongs to Gineke van Keulen. Please ask before using it! Thank you!
The always present force of Love,
that cradles a baby in her sleep,
lives in the depths of me.
Ever present, it is an energy,
with lungs that breaths light,
and a heart that beats,
on the purity of His own soul.
In the gentlest touch I find Him,
asking Him to never leave me alone,
and I try to hold on tight,
to the soft robe that holds me.
I cry bitter tears of feelings,
I generally never feel,
where grieve and joy have immersed,
into one big emotion,
that overwhelms every inch of me.
I am trying to overcome the fear,
trying to prevent me from coming closer,
but it swallows me up like a whale.
Inside the whale, I live for three years,
until finally, I am let go,
and love grabs me in one single flow.
All I had to learn was to let go!
The released control can no longer,
find me where I have always been –
I have moved on.
Moved on from the fear and grieve,
that pestered me for so long.
All there is left is deep peace,
that welcomes the silence like sleep,
cradles me in the evening.
Love has taught me to grow,
to let go of the control inside me,
and to release the butterfly,
that has been imprisoned in my soul,
all this time.
I have moved on,
from everything I used to be,
and everything that I have done,
or has been done to me.
I have moved on,
and the splinters of my cocoon,
are the only evidence of who I used to be.
Today, at the hand of Love,
I have finally become,
who I was always supposed to be –
today, I am free!
Gineke van Keulen 