Linking with Jennifer Dukes Lee’s post Tell His Story: Long Days, Short Years where she challenged us to write* a “color poem.”
Child’s eyes watch white flakes
settling on yellow, daffodil cups.
Shivering, fearing that winter will never end,
never thaw into spring,
that it would be “always winter and never Christmas.”
The un-truth swirling in the snow whispers,
“Nothing will change.”
“There is no hope.”
No white lie, but a black one from the pit.
Wisdom’s eyes watch,
waiting for the potential
held in cold sap and dark roots,
White apple blossoms bud and bloom.
full of promise
of autumn’s white-fleshed, scarlet fruit.
Like incense smoke
prayers of hope rise.
Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy,
fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives,
filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit,
will brim over with hope!
Romans 15:13 The Message
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* I didn’t notice the form we were supposed to use for the color poem until after I’d written mine.