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