Kindly, I Color My World A Tribute To ArtHeart
By Pete Townsend, 2nd revision
From highest ambition to humblest end I have withered. Though I accept a few feet of cool earth as my earnest comfort, my spirit remains unbound - as kindly I color my world. At the pace of watercolors I reflect gratefully. Through palette and brush comforts blossom. With stately strokes I soar majestically over mountains. Looser than the tail of a kite dancing on wisp and whim I kick up my feet over cushy clouds. A swallow slips through willows and I do not weep. Canoe gliding, sun beaming or wave lapping – it is me, I am free and soundly I sleep in the night.
ArtHeart is my only refuge. I close my eyes, wash out the shadows with light and color and joy. When a leaky ceiling drip slaps the floor I paint the snap of whipping hair tearing down the black ribbon full throttle on a Harley. Wind washes the tightness from my brow and jaw. My heart pounds and a grin stretches fully around my face. When I feel down I paint a hot air balloon. I become a bubble in Champagne or a sparkle off a mirrored ball. Lightness of heart, like a musical note, I float in the air. Clutching pain drags me back into my wheelchair. I must deal with what I must as best I can. Eyes closed, kindly I color my world and soundly I sleep in the night.
Tender is my garden of thoughtful flowers – blessing bright days by virtue of showers. I never knew how lost I would be as I grow old. No purpose or use, unneeded and in the way - I never felt so grateful for a place to belong. ArtHeart is a chosen family. Each participant, volunteer and staff is a dab of sweet color – red petals like kissing lips warming the darkest of my shadows. Softly I paint cool streams in the passing, birds singing or children laughing and soundly I sleep in the night.
Now my seasons have passed, my palette dry and bristles brittle the shadows close in with their black anger. Pain ever increasing, despair bites deep and clamps on. Sunrise no longer burns holes through my darkest dreams, I search for light through my mind’s windows. I think of ArtHeart and dance with the moon. Inebriated with stars I drink in the night. I cozy in, preparing for eternal slumber, close my eyes and paint a blanket of purring kittens. Harmony reaping, I am in their good keeping and soundly I sleep in the night.