She was standing at the sink washing dishes as we three youngers, sat at the table bouncing ideas for blog names back and forth to each other. When our boy shouted out "Imagination Nexus", she glanced knowingly over her shoulder. She is no stranger to good ideas.
Oh the words that have found their way from her heart to paper over the years. Though not widely published and shy about her ability, my mother is the first best writer I've ever read. I find it only fitting that our first exhibitor be Sally Eshelman who nurtured His seeds of creativity in my own life from my first memories.
This poem was written while flying from the east coast to the west, overlooking the beautiful Cascade Mountain Range.
I soar the heights, the clouded sky, a white-puffed sea below.
Is heaven's gate a likeness of this realm I do not know?
The artist's brush may imitate, The poet's verse applaud;
But beauty such as this is authored solely by our God.
How fitting an introduction to our parade of artistic endeavor! Thanks Mom!
|Sally Eshelman with daughter, Kara|