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Today is June 7, 2015, so much has happened in the years since my last update here. On February 28,2014 I suffered a Heart Attack. Probably one of scariest events of my life but deeply grateful that the Lord has spared me. So because of Him I am here today and able to give Him praise. We are enjoying the warm months of summer here in Georgia as we watch the spring like weather fade. I hope all are enjoying the blessings of our great God!
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"For I know my thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will harken unto you. And ye shall seek me and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13


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Lawrenceville, Georgia, United States
Barbara Carlan is a self taught artist living in the southeast. She was born in Washington D.C., was primarily raised in the panhandle of Florida and traveled all over southeastern United States and parts of Washington state as a child of the military. Barbara from an early age showed a passionate interest in art. She began painting and writing poetry in the late 1980's. Now that her life is free from the responsibilities of parenting and the necessary demands of having a growing family, she's able to pursue her true passions, painting, writing, photography and sewing. Barbara has discovered through art that life with it's complexities can find a sweet fragrance of release through the creative process.

Friday, June 26, 2009

"Morning"


Hens and chicks in barnyard dance, begin their morning struts. Joe rooster blows his cock a doodle do, while kiddies stretch and fuss.
The sun peeks through the eastern dawn, declaring day's new light,while birdies harmonize in praise to dismiss the darkest night. Dew sparkles in the early light, like golden diadems, as gems enhanced by sunly rays, to crown a kingly king. Brilliant floral colors, kissed by the new days damp, while smallest creatures in playful romp, they daily food will hunt. The grazing deer in meadows green enjoy their morning meal, tree's seem to stretch in arms of praise, for Heaven's glory still. Her cooling breezes kiss the air, to awaken all who sleep, come and greet earth's early sun, partake in morning feast. Smells of foods prepared by those of gentle graceful hands, fills every room with flavors, that cause kiddies to rise and stand. See the the facets of the morning, smell her fragrance sweet, receive the gifts she's come to give and taste her morsals treats. Hear her gentle music played on timbrels of the winds, arranged by cords of natures limbs, her message she will send. The symphonic chorus of mornings song cries awake to early sun, rise and shine come meet with me, to greet the early dawn!


Written By Barbara A. Carlan 5/15/1997
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