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!