The World of James Browne.....(pictures)

2013-08-12 19:50

Φωτογραφία: "COMIC RELIEF" In a courtyard, on a pillar of stone, Sits a young jester, all alone. All is kept out by walls all around; Solitude unbroken, not a lonely sound. Of the outside world all he sees, mountains, cloud filled skies and tall green trees. At his right is a thorny red rose; its alluring smell permeates his foolish clothes. On the cold stone he sits and reads, the Book of Life with truth that frees. The shadowless dial down by the wall, reminds him, there is no time, answer the call. The Book says, "Take the path that leads to the gate. Get off that pedestal before it's too late. Leave the walls that imprison your soul, Flee before time and solitude take their toll." His Gilded Book says, "run now to the gate, run to the gate that few will take. One gate to freedom, one gate to a cell, through the one gate a desert, the other a well." To the one gate, he sees a dirt path well trod, to the other gate a path of untracked sod. He asks his Book, "which gate do I take? It's to the well and freedom my journey I'll make. " "To the gate rarely used," his Book says to go. The allure and the thorns of the rose hold him back; to start he must cross the well trodden track. A call he hears from the well beyond, temptation aside, he decides to respond. Off the stone and across the dirt, on the path unseen he flees, to the far gate he runs, and beyond he sees, A land celestial, with emerald trees, In the center, a pool, with strange light did glow, He paused at the gate, but his Book said, "go!" So to the glowing pool he did run, all around him was light, but there was no sun. At the pool he kneeled, the water invited, he drank deeply, his spirit now excited! As his eyes lifted, a Shining Man on a bench he did see. And a voice of pure beauty said, " Come sit with me." As their eyes met, tears of love and joy blended in the pool beneath, the Shining Man said, "Oh fool of men, you've finally come to the place of Comic Relief. Written by D. R. Hartle "Comic Relief" 8.5x11 signed print is yours FREE with any purchase today from the Brownieman Shoppe on Etsy! https://www.etsy.com/shop/brownieman *Be sure to mention "Comic Relief" during checkout to receive itΦωτογραφία: "The Bee Keeper" It was the old man who found the lost bee that had wandered far off and had not been seen for many a day. Barely alive and clinging to a purple flower, the bee sensed his keeper was near and with all it's strength he buzzed his frail wings as a cry for salvation. At that very moment, the old bee man suddenly appeared and said, "Hello, my little friend. I have been searching for you for quite some time. I have now found you and will now keep you close to my heart. For I love all of my servants and I will never loose any of you". ~JB This painting and its meaning kind of grew while I was creating it. To be lost and suddenly found is a very beautiful thing. It's inspired by how God loves us and how He keeps us close to Him and also how He searches us out when we are lost. "The Bee Keeper" 8.5x11 signed print is yours FREE with any purchase today from the Brownieman Shoppe on Etsy! https://www.etsy.com/shop/brownieman *Be sure to mention "The Bee Keeper" during checkout to receive itΦωτογραφία: "Wynken, Blynken & Nod"...this is a very, very old painting I had done years ago, one of my first watercolors. I've come a long way but this painting has always been dear to me because my mum used to read this magical poem to me just before bed... Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea — "Now cast your nets wherever you wish — Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam — Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea — But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.Φωτογραφία: "Rose" 8.5x11 signed print is yours FREE with any purchase today from the Brownieman Shoppe on Etsy! https://www.etsy.com/shop/brownieman *Be sure to mention "Rose" during checkout to receive itΦωτογραφία: "The Evening Friend" 8.5x11 signed print is yours FREE with any purchase today from the Brownieman Shoppe on Etsy! https://www.etsy.com/shop/brownieman *Be sure to mention "The Evening Friend" during checkout to receive it

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