Precipitation

Come drip down the windshield with me

Come lay on petals

Come slow down cars

          slow down lives

Come dance with me

Come refill rivers

          and make beautiful cold sculptures

Let us fall from above and replenish all



-grace gutekanst

wowza

oh my holy smoked potatoes! I leave for Ireland Sunday!!!

words

A man in a band in North Georgia (during the summer of 2012 ) once told me....

"Don't ever bow down to anyone, Grace, carry yourself with such"

Seems like a children's book

And so god knit a scarf

an assortement of colors

an assortment of textures

an assortment of styles

He loved the yarn

The yarn grew stronger when interwoven as one

When the scarf was finished and god's hands rested

The multiple colors complimented each other

none isolated

none alone

Wrapped up tight

On purpose

to make the world warm

gahhh I love life

And he looks at me and says, "Bye sweetheart"

like he knows me

like a grandfather would

with sincerity

and I just met them

an older sweet british couple

my heart is warm

fond of humans

Tickling fancy

of an amazing humanity
Interactions of stories

the beatles and their glory

Stopped by a british couple with awe

at my young taste and love

For a generation they crawled in and walked out

I only knew about

A dark skinned male helping a feeble old lady across the street

Trash filled grocery bags dancing around her feet

I asked if she was okay

And the young man firmly said he'd make sure she was alright

And immediatley I was lifted of fright

And smiled knowing sometimes we have our stranger's back

there is not always a lack

Of chivalry

-grace gutekanst

Abroad

And when the wind blows passion

to the east

               Across

                     Oceans & Comfort

                   to green covered fields calling

And the place I now call home

will be gone

for now-                             A distance away

                   

                                           

                                                   Uprooted to Grow

Stretching Lands

Stretching Limbs 

& so it Begins

A New Journey 

Welcome to our land

Welcome to Ireland

Grace Gutekanst