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:
Thanks for visiting Izzy - this is a return call - like your poem very much.
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.
nice. break it apart and put it back together...that would be nice if we could take out the burdensome pieces...
What a delicious idea.
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