The Colors of God
The Colors of God
The colors of morning are coming forth in jubilee. No longer are they a subdued backdrop to silhouetted fences of trees. Their brilliance shows me the detailed view of today’s promise dreams and fantasies disappear and clarity brings truth into the day. I can accept the acknowledgement that steps I take now must be very slow. Potholes are no longer hidden. Though my vision is clear, I still navigate by unbalanced hindsight. This voice I know to be my own Will ask God the most formidable questions The colors He sheds upon this day Illuminate answers He wants me to see. Whether or not I recognize them immediately, I captured the colors my eyes opened to. Tomorrow the hue will be different. The purpose of being where I am right now is finding my soul. I celebrate all tidings today. As I gain wisdom through tribulation And peace through faith My perception of life becomes more refined. Tonight, I fall to bed knowing I have been blessed this day With the colors of God . Laura J Dean |
Harley,
Very nice poem. thank you for sharing..... Max |
Harley, thanks for sharing your visions of God's light. Your poems always bless me.
Robert |
Sounds like awakening
My mother died in a February. In May I suddenly noticed it was spring. This poem reminded me of that--awakening after a period of grief, consciousness after a time of reduced sensation, feeling like a fog has lifted. Thanks, Laura. This tells me how you're doing better than an hour of chat.
Blessings, Jaye |
Thanks for sharing!
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