..................	Fullness of Life  home    Life-Gold-menu                     PREVIOUS       NEXT (LIFE-GOLD) DRAWN GOLD      Gilt powder from a flea market offers a chance to draw beauty on paper with a ball point pen, while considering how God transforms the lines of our lives into solid gold of soul.
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	FLEA MARKET Flea markets are "amazin' affairs." There's absolutely no telling     What will be offered,   Space ablock, midst rusty Loggers' peevees,    Baked goodies and delights,       False eyelash hairs,        Antique hay binders,         Old meat grinders.          (Why, maybe even     A grinder-organ --   Doubtless without the monkey, of course!) Kitchenwares new and old;  Dirty blankets marked, "Stevie's"; Pretty dolls with dear, shiny faces,     Used books, new running shoes,   All sorts of goods proffered,    Yes, even sterling, or gold! ~*~ GOLDEN POWDER Tucked in with the rest     Of the crowded lot,   A man had nothing out       On his table except --     A piece of paper, and a         Blue ball point pen. "Look right here," he cried   In down-keyed huckster tradition;       "Write your name --             Or make a blot."   So, my curiosity roused!     I did as he said, and kept   Pen to the paper:       Wrote in fine rendition. The man sprinkled golden powder,   Shook off the excess,          Touched page to warm (pre-heated) iron.       And voila, image transformed -- Exiquisite golden scrolls   Testified louder of artistry Than dark lines of greasy blue ink!        Loveliness on the page           Had been formed! A rose divine, and scribbles     To make one think. He made his sale!   Didn't have to push!    I bought one solitary,     Precious vial      Of embossing powder that said   It would make a lovely tone        Of bright bronze-gilt. "This bottle'll last you forever,"   He said with a salesman's smile. And since my homecoming,     I've been glad;   My papers overflow with beauty     In the creative form       Of goldy treasure-brilt'. ~ * ~ NEW LIFE'S GOLD Lord, like that quiet hawker So confident of his wares -- Do you call attention To the secret thoughts and notions That lie in me, So that a passerby May draw a line, And find it gold With new life to see? How may I learn wisdom to Radiate your open treasure fine In beauty-squiggles Of yielded-gold sublime? Lord, be privileged To make me truly whole! May I, for you, possess No hint of greasy places; But let me be transformed To solid gold of soul! ~ * ~    LIFE-GOLD collection of poems copyright (c) 1995 by Marilee Miller illustrated Web version copyright (c) 2009 by Marilee Miller All rights reserved.  One copy allowed on non-commercial computers for personal use. Otherwise, no copying in any form (electronic, digital, or mechanical) without permission.         admin  @  cooshistory  com     (close up spaces and add dot) Fullness of Life home     Life-gold menu            PREVIOUS      NEXT