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It’s been said that I’m a deco-rational diva… I’ve always loved interior design. One day my sister came to visit me in our new home. Things were all settled and I had been getting ready for her arrival for quite sometime. Slowly strolling through out our home and surveying my rooms and walls, she seemed impressed enough… But then she asked me a question followed by an observation that stunned me. “Do you like words? You really use them a lot in your decorating.” I did not have an answer for her at that time. I didn’t even know how to interpret the question, but I’ve thought about it a lot throughout the years, and I’ve come to a conclusion…
I guess I’ve always had an interest in words… I collect them in wood, sterling, metal and rod iron… in famous poet’s quotes and various sundry clippings… I research them… I write them on my walls when I’m feeling creative… I’ve posted them in different meaningful and artistic ways throughout the different homes where ever I’ve lived.
Yes!
I love words!
Words hold meaning.
Words bring me happiness!
Words give my thoughts and feelings wings!
Words keep me from feeling lonely and locked up inside.
Words help me express myself and make it possible for me to share.
Another thing I learned in kindergarten… (Even though I was the teacher.)
“Use your words!”
My Friend Cecil
Very few understood this man
Yet the ones who tried were blessed
So much like an innocent child
With a brilliant mind at best
A memory photographic
Brought with it a curse
But then God turned it all around
And brought to mind each verse
Of the bible and other writings
More than topic on his tong
For God was this orphan’s father
He a proud and royal son
So pure and unpretentious
With a passion he held once
The reaction of his soul to truth
A guttural response
Caused me deep in my heart to question
The true condition of my soul
Admiring the freedom of movement
In him I’d come to know
In my own such was stark contrast
Ostentatious as could be
Proper rules the featured topic
As we spoke while sipping tea
His life made such an impact
In my heart and mind to date
The truth as best he knew it
I will never be the same
Eloyce M Witzel
2/23/08
Glamour Shot
Artists spend their lives squinting their eyes
Blurring detail to establish deep value
It’s also a means of perpetual abstraction
Maybe we all can learn to
View each other with blurred vision
Like a glamour shot from afar
Smoothing over those rough edges
Looking deeper- to who people are
Same thing goes for viewing one’s self
That’s where we first can embrace
The goodness of God with gratitude
Just taste of His mercy & grace!
I don’t like to wear my glasses
Imperfections then come into focus
I’d rather see in an artist-type vision
I think that’s the way that God sees us
Eloyce M Witzel
3/18/08
We celibrate our oldest son’s birthday
23 years ago today
We were so blessed to bring him home
A scene with such joy I replay
He was a great little baby
An easy going sweet little fellow
His Auntie La La coined him a term
So lay-back like a cuddly “marshmallow”
He would sit in his bouncer seat
And survey the world around
And unlike other babies we knew
Not often make a sound
We were unaware when he was born
The meaning of the name we assigned
But looking back upon our choice
His persona does surly align
Brandon means “beacon” or “light house”
And he’s the oldest of his brothers
Casting a light on how to proceed
Making the way brighter for others
Now his friends call him “Artsy Fartsy”
For his talent you just can’t ignore
When his design eye began to mature
I knew he’d progress very far
I’m very proud he’s our son
Something I should tell him more often
He’s been an inspiration for my soul
In high esteem is the place where I hold him
Eloyce Witzel
September 9, 2008
Really?
Me learn to Dance
What do you mean?
I’m awfully weighed down here
How do I now proceed?
Just trust me with your self
In time you’ll understand
Dance is more a state of mind
You’ll master in My hands
With Me as your instructor
Your feet will learn to fly
Your movement free and flowing
My reflection in your eye
Hope need not be so fleeting
I’m really here to stay
We’ll be the featured duo
I’ll take you all the way
Eloyce M Witzel
2/21/08
A Picture Of Hope
Hope is a gift to be treasured
For without it I cannot go on
It helps me to look to the future
And what God can do with a song
She still sits reposed in my guest room
Though her picture frame broke into bits
From my wall her image kept falling
She’s taken a lot of rough hits
The frosted glass once shattered
Yet barely a mar on her face
Still set in the original matting
I could not just throw her away
Many times I couldn’t behold her
My own pain too deep to bear
Yet she just sat and waited
Showing me grace and such care
She now has a place on my easel
Next to my unused guitar
She cannot and will not be silenced
A vision to what lies in store
I cannot live without hope
Will lift me from any deep marsh
A gift sent from God to heal my soul
A balm to mellow the harsh
Eloyce M Witzel
3/10/08
