I was captured by your reds, your oranges, your yellows. Selfishly I wanted to reach out and touch them, to drink them in, to claim them, to capture some of your glory for myself. Festooned in your festive seasonal cloak, you always brighten me, always cause me to take a second look. Your majesty, your beauty, your richness. All I have to do is open my eyes. Sometimes when I am turned inward, I can be so focussed on my own darkness, that I miss your light. Sometimes when I forget to realize how much I like to look at you, and how much your presence awakens me, the harsh winds come and blow you away before I know.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Colors
I was captured by your reds, your oranges, your yellows. Selfishly I wanted to reach out and touch them, to drink them in, to claim them, to capture some of your glory for myself. Festooned in your festive seasonal cloak, you always brighten me, always cause me to take a second look. Your majesty, your beauty, your richness. All I have to do is open my eyes. Sometimes when I am turned inward, I can be so focussed on my own darkness, that I miss your light. Sometimes when I forget to realize how much I like to look at you, and how much your presence awakens me, the harsh winds come and blow you away before I know.
