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Art and photo by Angela Copeland

Art and photo by Angela Copeland

I am pleased to share visual art and poetry from a good friend who has inspired me in my own pursuit of art in the church. This guest post comes to us from a friend and self-taught artist, Angela Copeland, who works in the operating room by day and makes art in her free time. She is a mother of three grown daughters and four grandchildren, three of whom are old enough to make art with her.

Angela has helped coordinate a 2013 Stations of the Cross at Christ the Redeemer Anglican Church, in Norfolk, Virginia, and also helped plan another Lenten art event. She leads and assists children and adults in tactile and participatory art activities. Stations of the Cross, thanks to Angela, included artwork from preschool children, grade-school children, and community home groups.

FRAGILE

Art and photo by Angela Copeland

Art and photo by Angela Copeland

We were fragile when we left it
Fragile when we fell

Though it is far behind us
We are somehow broken still
The healing has left
A scar
Tender to savage hands

We are fragile, so fragile

I do not look away, pretend or forget
Childishly holding tight
Regretting even regret

Mending and mended
Progress not suspended
Just slow, very slow

Who can change his own heart
Who can lift the broken from the better part
This is not art
It is not some handsome thing

You see we are fragile
What is left of us is fragile
A firm hand holds us up
He dresses us in what we are not
until we are

Art and photo by Angela Copeland

Art and photo by Angela Copeland

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