Monday, March 11

He told them this parable: "Look at the fig tree and all the trees. When they sprout leaves, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is near. Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that the kingdom of God is near. I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.” (Luke 21: 29-33)

FINGER PAINTING

There is a big, white, sheet

In the middle of a big, white, room 

In the middle of a big, white, house. 

All is quiet.

Until the toddler arrives. 

He takes his small, innocent, clean hand 

And dips it into the big, red, paint bucket 

With a SPLOSH 

He draws a short, red, streak 

On the big, white, sheet 

And leaves. 

All is quiet.

Until the child arrives. 

He takes his soft, dirty, red hand 

And dips it into the big, blue, paint bucket. 

He splatters a whimsical, messy, spiral, 

On the big, white, sheet 

And Leaves. All is quiet.

Until the teenager arrives. 

He takes his big, clumsy, red and blue callused hand 

And dips it into the big, orange, paint bucket. 

He draws a question mark bigger than a mountain 

On the big, white, sheet 

And leaves. All is quiet.

Until the adult arrives. 

He takes his firm, rough, red, blue, and orange hand 

And dips it into the big, grey, paint bucket. 

He draws straight, sometimes slightly curved lines 

On the big, white, sheet 

And leaves. All is quiet.

Until the Old Man arrives. 

He takes his wrinkled, withered, tired,

     red, blue, orange, and grey hand 

And dips it into the translucent bucket. 

He begins to laugh, and to weep. 

He dances, he runs, and smiles

     with a face brighter than the sun. 

COLORS explode out of him 

And they cover the big, white, sheet 

And the big, white, room 

And the big, white, house. 

Then he leaves.

And all is quiet.

Lauren White , Age 15