[the Writing of Kuypers][JanetKuypers.com][Bio][Poems][Prose]

ikebana Rolled up sleeves, Dark denim, strings pulled At the buttons Your hands, the Rough edges, the nails Jagged, not cut Your fingers, I’ve Noticed them: one has A long scar Along the tip, and Your skin is rough Along the nails Your hands, they’re Skilled hands of an Artist at work: And like a Conductor, you Orchestrate Bring beauty From the dying Flowers at The table. They Line up quickly, At attention: Fall into Place so gracefully. You create Symphonies, Move mountains, Seas Part for you. You can do Anything. I See that now. You must be My savior. Let me Follow you. Let me create Beauty in your Name, let me Feel your power. It’s all in your Hands, your heart, Your mind: I’ve seen you stop Wars, feed the Hungry. Why are You so strong? Why Are your flowers So beautiful Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.