Art is the Language of the Soul
And as my soul speaks
In prayer, it whispers.
I silently listen.
The words become alive.
My hands move to create
At the rhythm of my heartbeat.
And while my lips are shut,
I hear my inner voice.
Loud and clear…I can hear…
I can watch,
I feel you in my fingertips
Than I touch to create
What a work of art.
And I know
In my heart, in my soul,
No doubt it is you:
God,
The women in me,
The awaken woman of the now.
By:
Sara Shai - Artist | 
Relive
Multi media on wood
26 x 46
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