Colours

Me and the Lord had a couple of days away and He showed me so much.  Here’s a poem I wrote about one of the things He showed me:

 

A life drawn with pencil

So it could be rubbed out

 

With only three colours

To lay on my page:

 

 

Black; dying soul, destroyed by others

Red; bleeding heart, bleeding wrist, life source dripping away

Grey; creeping sighs and mist covered everything

 

Black

Red

Grey

 

THAT

Was

Me

 

But…

I am no longer THAT

 

Colours galore, colours true

Colours fresh, colours new

 

A life full of colours, full of laughter

With permanent marker, for ever and after

 

I’m no longer bound by black, red and grey

I’m free, I’m alive, with new colours each day

 

As you look at my pages

My life 2D

The change in colours

Is astonishing to see

 

Where once there was pencil

And black, red and grey

There is now a rainbow

New day by day

 

The colours of life and freedom and hope

Of love and of beauty and learning to cope

Of kindnesses offered and given away

Of Light and of Mercy and new Grace everyday

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