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<channel><title><![CDATA[GABYS ART GALLERY - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2025 11:50:03 -0400</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Matters of the Heart]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/matters-of-the-heart]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/matters-of-the-heart#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2017 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/matters-of-the-heart</guid><description><![CDATA[Another heart poured out before the altar of sacrifices,Torn.Cold.Empty.&ldquo;Heart of stone,&rdquo; I plead &ldquo;beat again.&rdquo;So, out of my chest the heart fell too heavy on the ground and shattered.With tears in eyes, slowly I went to console the fallen heart.Lifeless,laid in pieces.We had been through so much together,A giddy gallop and a few skips over the edge was too far.It was too far for this heart to travel.I told my heart we could make it;That the shadow of Love would be enough [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#2a2a2a">Another heart poured out before the altar of sacrifices,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Torn.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Cold.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Empty.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Heart of stone,&rdquo; I plead &ldquo;beat again.&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />So, out of my chest the heart fell too heavy on the ground and shattered.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />With tears in eyes, slowly I went to console the fallen heart.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Lifeless,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />laid in pieces.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />We had been through so much together,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />A giddy gallop and a few skips over the edge was too far.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />It was too far for this heart to travel.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I told my heart we could make it;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />That the shadow of Love would be enough to restore the more that it so desired.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;This could be the answer,&rdquo; I promised as we trekked along in the land of the dead.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And now here I stood beside my heart, crippled with fear,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Mute.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />For the first time in years I cried; my pitiful heart laying there alone on the ground.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Ashamed.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Guilty .</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I killed it.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I let it go hard and heavy in my chest,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Stenosed and useless to me.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />No longer the vitality of my soul,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />This heart believed the deception I thought was sustenance.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I cried for myself; my ribs no longer held in a heart.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Like an open cage, I had left my heart unprotected.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Hiding behind a wall</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />With a hole in my chest.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Paralyzed.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Disabled.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Staring at a heart that would never beat again.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Just as the blue began to tinge my naked finger tips, as my world slowly shook side <br />to side.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Unsteady,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I wobbled to the only person I had ever seen in the land of the dead that wasn&rsquo;t <br />dead.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />But I couldn&rsquo;t reach Him, I felt warmth radiate from His being but I new that I was <br />unworthy.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Once He came to me but I couldn&rsquo;t look Him in the eyes for too long.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I was sure that He would never be back.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />But, I sensed Him returning.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I sensed His warmth.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And there He stood,&nbsp;<span style="font-weight:700">The One</span>&nbsp;who died to the living to live with the dying.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Those pieces are mine,&rdquo; I argued as He stole my heart.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And for the first time I looked at the eyes of the man and</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />As I looked into His eyes I saw the reflection of my broken heart scattered across <br />the world like pieces of sand,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />at that moment I saw the heart of the Creator.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Warmth surged to the tips of my fingers and toes,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the hole in my chest closed.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Whole.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And my chest became a door.<br />&#8203;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">A new door that I could open and close; a door with a constant knocking,</font><br /><span style="font-weight:700"><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Lub dub lub dub</font></span><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And every beat was the constancy of His yearning for me.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Until we meet again, beloved.&rdquo;</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Words Bleed Too]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/words-bleed-too]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/words-bleed-too#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/words-bleed-too</guid><description><![CDATA[I sat before an empty page and let the words speak.&ldquo;Oh my creator!&rdquo;Erotic convulsionsSear my uncooked melodies.Unrecognizable.All of them,&nbsp;Unforeseen.&ldquo;Here we are!&rdquo;Piercing giggles and&nbsp;I&rsquo;m crippled.Helpless as they plead for attention.Suddenly I&rsquo;m strangled;Laid, white, cold.&nbsp;Release.What shallow intimacy.As they strip bear their maker.&nbsp;I&rsquo;m engaged to archaic exasperation.&nbsp;The plight of the muffled pillow cry:&nbsp;To be rendered [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">I sat before an empty page and let the words speak.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Oh my creator!&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Erotic convulsions</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Sear my uncooked melodies.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Unrecognizable.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />All of them,&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Unforeseen.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Here we are!&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Piercing giggles and&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I&rsquo;m crippled.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Helpless as they plead for attention.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Suddenly I&rsquo;m strangled;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Laid, white, cold.&nbsp;</font><br /><span style="font-weight:700"><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Release.</font></span><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />What shallow intimacy.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />As they strip bear their maker.&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I&rsquo;m engaged to archaic exasperation.&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />The plight of the muffled pillow cry:&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />To be rendered inept of a firmly&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Grasped blade.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />It could mean anything.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />It means everything.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />But to them,&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I am nothing.</font><br /><span style="font-weight:700"><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Here,</font></span><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Only to finalize an agreement&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And suffer by a broken pen as</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />My blood stains parchment.</font><br /><span style="font-weight:700"><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />I bled.</font></span><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br /><br />They watched&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br /><br />Me bleed for an eternity;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Until they were finished</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And as I bled they scoffed from the stars&nbsp;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />And uttered,&nbsp;</font><br /><span style="font-weight:700"><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&#8203;&ldquo;Words bleed, too.&rdquo;</font></span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Am Guilty]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/i-am-guilty]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/i-am-guilty#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2017 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/i-am-guilty</guid><description><![CDATA[He is poured out like waterthe gathered waters he called &ldquo;seas&rdquo;.And like the seas,he washes his people until they are free of all disease.&ldquo;If you are willing, make me clean&rdquo;the man came begging on his knees&ldquo;I am willing&rdquo;, He said &ldquo;be clean&rdquo;to this man he gave the keysto the kingdom, the man went drivingtold the world of all he&rsquo;d seenthat they could be a son or daughterof the Father who is unseenLove at the price of slaughterwith this blood we [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">He is poured out like water<br />the gathered waters he called &ldquo;seas&rdquo;.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">And like the seas,</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />he washes his people until they are free of all disease.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">&ldquo;If you are willing, make me clean&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the man came begging on his knees</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;I am willing&rdquo;, He said &ldquo;be clean&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />to this man he gave the keys</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />to the kingdom, the man went driving</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />told the world of all he&rsquo;d seen</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />that they could be a son or daughter</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />of the Father who is unseen</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Love at the price of slaughter</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />with this blood we&rsquo;ve been redeemed</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the God who brings us to the water</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />like his sheep in fields of green</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />This is what I mean:<br />He anointed the holy temple of his people</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />then those he appointed took a few too many sleep pills</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />In Gethsemene we see the sequel</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />of disciples who were Adam&rsquo;s narcoleptic equal</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />veil torn; battle born with the destruction of the steeple</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />In 3 days he would rebuild</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />with a cross upon a steep hill</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the promise of the gospel that humanity could be refill-ed</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />with the power of His glory, HOLY SPIRIT instilled</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />in the hearts of those who chose to love, who chose to do His will.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Crucify Him&rdquo; they yelled</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Crucify the God of Is-ra-el!</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Humbled to the point of death</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />you chose to give us your last breath</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />SO now we stand in awe</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />of the one who gave it all</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the promises that the old testament addressed</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />were no longer exclusive to the way priests dressed</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />A final sacrif-ICE to atone for rights</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />would suff-ICE as an offering</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />to spark the light</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />within us the fire would ignite</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />a movement of love, of a willingness to fight</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />for peace; its the reason our Christ died</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />to come beside the helpless that&rsquo;s why they crucified</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />him; even Peter 3x denied him; the blameless son of God they despised</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />him and nailed him to the cross thinking they could hide</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />sins. But there the sins stayed plastered</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />on the cross of innocence they festered</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />feeding on the flesh of love himself</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />the sins consumed the dove itself</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />While bibles stay up on our shelf</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />we crucify his flesh ourselves.<br />Not seeing that complacence keeps our light diminished</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />and stagnance keeps our might extinguished.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Jesus declared &ldquo;it is finished&rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />his perfect love remains unblemished</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />and still we leave his work unfinished</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />by timing love and giving limits</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />by not stopping for just 2 minutes</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />His love is made complete</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />when we show them our receipt</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Paid in full&rdquo; for all who&rsquo;re incomplete</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />rather than walking in our vain conceit.<br />On the cross you prayed in anguish</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />crying out in another language<br />and there you hung upon a tree.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&ldquo;Oh Messiah, hear my plea. &rdquo;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Father, Father can&rsquo;t you see</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&#8203;the&nbsp;<span style="font-weight:700">guilty one&nbsp;</span>is me.</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Alone Faded]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/when-alone-faded]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/when-alone-faded#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2016 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/when-alone-faded</guid><description><![CDATA[My days have been but a shallow breath in a vast sea.Come and go as you please.But don&rsquo;t leave me here alone.Alone.My nights have been hopeful prayers tossed into the stars.Come and go as you please.But don&rsquo;t leave me here alone.Alone.I ran into Always the other day and he said he missed you.He saw you sitting in forever, alone.Sitting in time, forever, alone.So, he rescued you.He chose you and took all of youAll of you and made you&nbsp;one.That&rsquo;s&nbsp;when alone faded  Explan [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">My days have been but a shallow breath in a vast sea.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Come and go as you please.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">But don&rsquo;t leave me here alone.<br /><br />Alone.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">My nights have been hopeful prayers tossed into the stars.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Come and go as you please.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">But don&rsquo;t leave me here alone.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Alone.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">I ran into Always the other day and he said he missed you.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">He saw you sitting in forever, alone.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Sitting in time, forever, alone.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">So, he rescued you.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">He chose you and took all of you</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><span style="font-weight:700">Al</span>l of you and made you&nbsp;<span style="font-weight:700">one</span>.</font><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">That&rsquo;s&nbsp;<em>when alone faded</em></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title">Explanation</h2>  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">When Alone Faded for me was when I came to know Jesus Christ as my living savior. People see the name Jesus Christ and they stop reading. What is it about his name that makes people uncomfortable?</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">I came to recognize the shortness of my own individual life compared with the timelessness of the generations that have past and those to come. It wasn&rsquo;t this incredibly life changing story but simply a decision made in a time of confusion and loneliness.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It&rsquo;s crazy how you can be surrounded by people but feel utterly alone. To be left alone in the short time of life that we have on earth is tragic. I don&rsquo;t mean physically or emotionally alone, though those parts are important. I&rsquo;m speaking of an Alone that comes from within. This emptiness that no one or thing can fully fill. This part of you that wants something that can satisfy and though there are many things that help there&rsquo;s nothing that ever gets to the root and fills you up from base to brim.<br />&#8203;</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Some of us have been granted many supportive people to love on us and build us up but others have not been so fortunate. I have found that for the weary there is rest, for the lonely there is peace, and for the unloved there is love found in Christ.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Every common grace under the sun is given by God. That grace can be shown in the simplest things like that one person who could finally silence the lies and hurt built up over many years, the baby that makes you promise to be better, the heartbreak that makes you rethink everything, the death of a loved one that makes you wonder if there is something more.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Sometimes we feel like we are just throwing prayers to an abyss. Night after night searching for an answer and never expecting to find one. See but then there comes a point where we either encounter something real or we don&rsquo;t allow ourselves to feel anything towards God.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">We fill up on distraction and go on with our lives as if there is no God simply because it is easier. It&rsquo;s easier only because God is not a fairy godmother who exists only when we need him. One that if he doesn&rsquo;t answer how we want and when we want he doesn&rsquo;t exist.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">He always answers but we almost never hear what we want from this invisible entity of the skies. Whether it comes in the form of the love of a human, a heavy conviction, a terrible burden, an awesome miracle, the answer to a prayer; he answers. Come to know the real Christ, not simply some religious social construct but a person whose grace and mercy awaken greatness in those who are willing to lay down their lives to serve humanity as Jesus did.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">The Christ was a man who walked on the waters, spoke to the sea, raised the dead to life, broke the religious rules of his day to serve a love greater than what most people are willing to accept; he died on a cross for the sins of man that we would know forgiveness.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">What does this mean? For every person who faces injustice there is justice because for every act of injustice there is a price to be paid. In the place of the death every person must face one day there is a life that overcomes. For the darkness that every man faces there is a light that can penetrate even the darkest places and awaken even the heaviest sleepers. We don&rsquo;t have to live in a broken world.<br /></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">The answer is a Man who began his journey long before time and finished it on the cross so that we would know that God had not forsaken us. So that we would know that the invisible entity of the sky -the just God of the universe- was more than an idea, and He came and embodied the humblest man to ever walk on this earth. A carpenter man born of a virgin to save humanity. Who would have thought? Now how do I come to know the person of Jesus? Come to God with humility and a genuine desire for truth and see the revelation of grace unravel before you, but remember to really listen.</font><br />The love of Jesus means that no matter where you are, who you are, or how you come: you are loved, you are worthy of love, and you never have to live in fear or loneliness.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[People of Zion]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/people-of-zion]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/people-of-zion#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2016 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.gabysartgallery.net/blog/people-of-zion</guid><description><![CDATA[Stars are burning fire and from miles away in the most vast abyss of darkness. Yet, you somehow see the light of their hugely intense but minutely perceived luminescence. Moral of the story: It&rsquo;s easy to be light. Just turn on and shed the excess weight.&nbsp;&#8203; [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">Stars are burning fire and from miles away in the most vast abyss of darkness. Yet, you somehow see the light of their hugely intense but minutely perceived luminescence. Moral of the story: It&rsquo;s easy to be light. Just turn on and shed the excess weight.&nbsp;&#8203;</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>