JOY's POEMS: March 2013

G*d Loves Me Heart

Heart
silk, salt painting
by Joy Krauthammer ©

G*d Loves Me

Outlining a radiant heart

to fill with intense red and purple

is exciting to me.

Freely splashing water

and wildly brushing layers of color onto silk

is satisfying for me.

A frosting of salty tears

add surprise and a magical marbling finale.

With a bit of a broken heart

I dance on silk, knowing

G*d loves me.

- Joy Krauthammer
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G*d Loves You

~ a story

by Joy Krauthammer

Grieving

when my husband, z'l, had died

after lengthy life-support,

and after I had served for years

as Caregiver Angel Warrior,

I felt very 'alone',

although surrounded by friends.

My beloved Jerusalem rebbe Yosef Ben Shlomo Hakohen, z'l, said to me,

"G*d loves you."

I painted these words

and hung them on my wall where I work.

I felt loved and healed,

no longer alone,

accepting this wisdom,

and have shared the thought

"G*d loves you"

with others during my Bikkur Cholim / visiting the sick experiences.

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Published in Chabad.org

The Creative Soul site "ART FOR THE SOUL, Jewish Artists Reflect".

May 2013

http://www.chabad.org/blogs/blog_cdo/aid/2231188/jewish/G-d-Loves-You.htm

A Kol ALEPH Feature: Words to Inspire

June 5, 2013 issue

published by Kol Aleph Online Journal

"This lovely bit of poetry by Joy Krauthammer inspired us when we had a long day at the office!"

http://kolaleph.org/2013/06/05/kol-aleph-presents-words-to-inspire/

More on HEART:
http://joys-art.blogspot.com/2009/12/published-art.html

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Artist of Life

I am an 'Artist of Life'

~ Joy Krauthammer

My life as art
comes from my heART.

It beats as a drum
and it is open
and flows in abunDance.

It is open to you.

It is open to Oneness.

Raindrops

RAINDROPS

- Joy Krauthammer

In the garden,

from deep inside

my joy is delicate and expansive.
Raindrops dangle from flowers

Dazzling, translucent gems.
Each a crystal of delight.

They hang and don't fall.

Sun shines through the gems.

Drops sparkle on tubular red flowers.

A circus of joy-drops.

I dance and sing.

Sitting on green leaves of rose bush

raindrops make their presence known.

They don't fall.

Gently, I shake down the drops
off favorite Double Delight rose

to lift its heavy wet head.
"Come back, Rose".

Reaching high, standing beneath

laden boughs of a citrus tree,
I carefully tug at the round, full fruit

to receive from the tree.

I pluck the fattest golden grapefruit

first harvest of the season.

Ah, so juicy and delicious.

Thank you, G*d.

Over 33 years ago
I planted citrus trees.

Shaking the branch

I release the sun-lit crystals.

Hanging from the fruit

raindrops fall on me.

My body accepts

the gift of falling fresh raindrops on my skin,
Ah, a delight.

Baruch Hashem.

So filled with true joy,

I don't feel the morning chill

until I leave the garden.

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PS
The glorious raindrop day ended not with more rain where I live, but with a r a i n b o w!
When the sun appeared I hoped I'd see G*d's miracle, and went outside.

From the other end of the Valley in the Eastern sky where I could see a partial rainbow, friend Suzanne called to say she saw a full rainbow and hailstones! She remembered to call me with rainbow alert!
On the phone, we share the blesSing.

For more Garden of Joy photos:
http://joys-poems.blogspot.com
http://joys-inthemorning.blogspot.com/2013/03/mornings-joy-filled-deep-delights.html

Joy-drops also photographed on International Women's Day

3/8/2013