Paintings become dense and alive when both form & landscape are combined. In Homer’s, “Along the Road, Bahamas,” and other select complements I admire, I feel tall, centered and cheerful. I sense both wind and water energy here, and the nonrenewable resources of time and atmosphere. Homer did this one right, and it makes me feel so light.

Rising to the sky Saturday night before, clear and close at hand, was a gorgeous, full lit moon. Humming like “The Little Drummer Boy” into a barn apartment on the Allen property we moved. It was our first Sabbath in the Chattahoochee National Forest in Chattooga County, and a witness to me that the most high creator is also the most high possessor of heaven and Earth.

The Most High

I hear that the most high ~ whispers in the wind ~ that he’s still around ~ and we can rest in him

I ask for the most high ~ to be part of this ~ fill my peace of mind ~ life’s better when he is

blessed be the most high ~ possessor of heaven and earth ~ the footstool of his rest

I pray to the most high ~ past wrongs have no place ~ he put so much love down for you ~ in varied hues of grace

I believe the most high ~ quiet as a landscape ~ brings about new energy ~ came one that escaped

blessed be the most high ~ possessor of heaven and earth ~ and we rest together
~ §tacy §weeney