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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,

“Why pray?”

“Nothing will change.”

“There is no hope.”

No white lie, but a black one from the pit.


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Wisdom’s eyes watch,

waiting for the potential

held in cold sap and dark roots,

expecting spring.


White apple blossoms bud and bloom.

Petals flutter,

fall feather-soft,

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.










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