Monday, September 13, 2010

Colour

It was our merit
the deep stain of living ,
our pastor wanted
us to take.

Break your life apart
into each crimson,
green or orange piece

selfish, lies-
but good things too,
generosity can be a gorgeous blue-

then when you fit them
all back together

 you'll be lighter, brighter
by next week.

4 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thanks for visiting Izzy - this is a return call - like your poem very much.

Jinksy said...

That's an interesting take on us being a jigsaw of colours. I guess it's up to us how we arrange the pieces to make a brighter future.

Brian Miller said...

nice. break it apart and put it back together...that would be nice if we could take out the burdensome pieces...

vivinfrance said...

What a delicious idea.