Posted below are the featured artists for the year 2006. Congratulations to all who participated in this festival event. You are all winners. Our full festival gallery is currently open and will run through December, 2006. Some of the featured artwork will also be on display at Gracies Cafe on the campus of Grace Lutheran Church in Des Moines, Washington (USA). Many thanks to all who participated in making this event a great success.
Gracies Cafe International
Christian Art Festival
"To encourage Christian spiritual growth through the use of right brain ministries".
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Featured Visual Art - 2006
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The Reaper’s Whistle
The Reaper’s whistle… grim that it is…
Seeps past the pane, singing its’ singeing melody deftly upon the indigo violet wafting night’s air… played to penetrate and pilfer the insignificant sentinels charged to guard the purity of the heart hidden within…the commitment to something greater.
The Reaper’s whistle… grim that it is…
Aerates that which is porous, vulnerable human existence… slithering chill, beckoning temptation, seething, heinous, hiatus…our fear of commitment to something greater.
The Reaper’s Whistle… grim that it is…
Strike with the blade of blunt explosion, expulsion, extinction, to purge my soul… lacerate the day’s larcenous attempts to take You away from me with an evil eviction… my commitment to something greater.
The Reapers Whistle… grim that it is…
not a match for The Master’s Whisper…
Daniel J. Mohler
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Featured Visual Art - 2005
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My prayers fly up to the Father above.
I know that He is listening.
My soul cries out for you.
A tear falls. Two. Three.
You hear my music.
But don’t know why I play.
You see my dance.
But you forget it the moment it’s over.
What can I do?
What can I say?
I pray for you.
Yet you seem so far away.
Not one like me.
But one with God.
There’s so much.
There’s so much.
To have a little of a lot.
Is better than a lot of nothing.
But you don’t see it.
You are my friend.
Which plunges the pain in my heart deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
You are my friend.
So the tears continue to fall.
As my prayers continue to rise.
- Chris Hearn
WHERE THE ROAD LEADS
Fear leads to limitations,
courage leads to possibilities,
horizons meet goals,
accomplishments are achieved by strength.
With God in your life, the road will lead to Life.
Let Christ walk with you down the road.
When the Holy Spirit lights the road, you will not get lost.
The road may have bumps, turns, deep valleys and steep hills,
but you can handle the challenges with Christ.
The road leads to heaven.
The road leads to God.
Dina DeRosa
San Mateo, CA
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Featured Visual Art - 2004
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A CARCASS SONG
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Alas! An angel slicing his wings at the moon.
All of my youngest pale seasons returned
From the beginning to the beginning.
But I love you and all of my gone typing the doom.
Tommorow I'll be lost, lusting beneath the eyes of the shadow.
Like your smile. A beautifull once.
A dying carcass who roving the gulf.
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Nothing! I lay down, bring the stones over my sleep.
And when my sadness howled, I'll became a scrub.
All of my black longingness splitering the sky.
Such as your felonious pleasant fervouring my die.
Cause this is the of Time.
A spirit of the Melancholic one.
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Dearest! A hunger!
Ocean scream
Cracking my soul.
Spirits all of the death once
Sanctified my lust.
Come! Tasted
My emptiness like a burning haze
Of the desert doom! Cause all of my sleep
Already breaking the sky.
Even your kiss
Sinking the island
Of stinking already.
Form of all my love and loneliness,
A beauty of a measles dying.
Twenty million worm crawling beneath
My dreams.
Indra Tjahyadi
Surabaya, Indonesia
FOR STUART INMAN
I've been seen
The face of all Death,
But I still don't understand
How the darkness grow
And all of birds killed
In my eyes.
Maybe all the corpses
Of the Saint's was raising
And toddled the thousand tato's
In my hand. Cause the moon in all hurts
digging my heart,
More deeper
Than frightened
Built up some ravine
In your nightmare.
Indra Tjahyadi
Surabaya, Indonesia
Teardrop of His Glory
While on earth given a glimpse of His glory
The size of a teardrop.
Only dreaming what it will be like to be immersed
In His full presence, immensely surrounded by His glory.
Trembling in my fear of the Lord thinking about being
Engulfed in His purity, righteousness, justice, love and truth.
Wondering, pondering, wonder, ponder.
All the light of God's glory not truly visible from our earthly eyes,
For it would blind us melting our sight, for He is all Majesty.
Looking forward to the day God pours mighty raindrops, storms,
And floods all His glory upon us.
We will then see much more than a teardrop of His glory.
All teardrops of sorrow from our eyes will be replaced by
Teardrops of everlasting life reflecting Him.
I expect the brightest days ahead.
Dina DeRosa
San Mateo, California, USA
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Featured Visual Art - 2003
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Our Time
Looking for what few ever find...
I have found it.
We have found it.
To savor each day, each hour,
Each Time -
Our Time -
Every Time.
Together with you is the question answered,
And the answer understood.
Understanding the point of the peak to which we climb,
Tightly holding to the summit,
Digging in our heels,
Our hair blowing in the breeze of each others love,
Challenging us against the gales of time
Each Time -
Our Time -
Every Time.
We reach for and touch the soft billow of a cloud filled with hope,
Only to find one word that does labor above all the other words.
And in my greatest state of humility, I offer this word to you... to us.
Love
Love Each Time -
Love Our Time -
Love Every Time.
And I cherish the thought of our life lived in love... together... to come...
Almost as much as the moment I just spent loving you now.......
Daniel Joseph Mohler
Copyright ©2003
Puyallup, Washington - USA
To Know You
Something found in few, sought in many.
Is it real? If it can be real, I do not know.
But for me to know is for me and not for you.
You must know... that is foremost.
To live with him, with her, with them all...
You must live with yourself, within yourself.
You must know.
I look at you, a man is all I see.
All you will allow me to see.
To see more is to know more.
To know more, I must have you.
I can only see through you.
You can only see through me.
If you could probe deeper,
To know within yourself,
You could see... You could know.
Then I can look at you you and see,
That which I could not see before.
Now! Look at me. What do you see?
Daniel Joseph Mohler
Copyright ©2002
Puyallup, Washington - USA
Gracious
Dear Gracious,
When you arrive, I will thank you for showing me God's love.
I will thank you for sharing with me your faith in Jesus.
I will thank you for giving me your time.
I will thank you for listening to me.
I will thank you for your many prayers for me.
I will thank you for your frequent smiles.
I will thank you for your giving me such delicious food.
I will thank you for such complete water.
I will thank you for giving me your former clothing.
I will thank you for reminding me the time was near to the Lord's return.
I will thank you for insisting I stand firm in my faith.
I will thank you for reminding me of never being abandoned by Jesus.
I will thank you for telling me how I may have eternal life.
When you arrive, you will hear the words of gratitude.
When you arrive, we will rejoice together for your graciousness to our
Lord.
See you soon.
With love,
from all you have ever ministered to
Dina DeRosa
Copyright ©2001
San Mateo, California - USA
Light Time
An eclipse of my sun falls down darkly
and there is a moon on my horizon
waiting to rise
I see fingers of light
coming to carry me
creating many shadows in my dance to the light.
Sometimes the dark towers in mountains
formidable only when I forget how to climb,
yet I am learning dark has no life
without the invitation of morning,
sunrise washes dark new into red and gold.
Dawn happens on the edges of my sleep when I am still knowing how to
fly....
Waking me up to
Light's Brilliant Call.
Laura Crawford
Mukilteo, Washington - USA
A BROKEN VESSEL
Just a dirty old broken vessel,
Discarded and gathering dust;
Far from its former splendour,
Cracked and stained with rust.
It looked a truly hopeless case,
Having barely survived the wars;
For life had placed on every part,
Deep wounds, and deeper scars.
Then the Master Potter found it,
Hiding in that corner, so dark,
And with bittersweet inspection,
He slowly traced each mark.
He gazed long ~ in sorrow deep,
Knowing all it had gone through.
Saying, "This vessel, I will keep,
To restore and make brand new."
So lovingly His hands reshaped,
A gouge ~ a wound ~ a scar;
Restoring back to life anew,
Each ravage caused by war.
Then the Holy Master Potter,
With His love ~ so patiently;
Peeled away each layer of dirt,
To reveal, the beauty in me.
As I watched, a transformation,
Was unveiled before my eyes;
For beneath the years of grime,
There appeared a true surprise.
A vessel of pure loveliness,
That shone with brilliant light.
A rare gem of priceless value,
In whom, God could delight.
Now, at His touch I’m healing,
And in the fullness of His time,
Each painful wound will fade away,
Due to precious love sublime.
He chose what once was useless,
And envisioned its true worth,
Then made it fit His perfect plan,
Through remoulding, and rebirth.
He will never forsake or leave us,
Wallowing in our loathsome sin;
Hiding in some darkened corner,
Where His love-light can’t shine in.
For He is the Great Restorer,
Who makes all things brand new.
What He’s done for me and others,
Rest assured ~ He’ll do for you.
© Sylvia Lavallée (21 May 1999)
Ottawa, Onterio - Canada
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