Colors
What comes to mind when you hear the word colors?
Is it the stars and stripes and all the others?
Is it a bunch of crayons crammed into a box?
Or, maybe, a trumpet blowing at Fort Knox?
Is it the colors seen in every rainbow bright?
Maybe the colors seen in fireworks at night?
How about all the colors seen in nature?
Or, the colors seen in Bay To Breakers?
Maybe it’s the color of your child’s eyes?
Or, a baby’s color when he cries?
The color of animals, humans too?
A sleepy blue ocean just for you?
Ours is a wonderful world of color.
Given to us by God and no other.
If you are blind and cannot see .
The day is coming when you will be
blessed with colors beyond imagination.
If your savior is the Lord of creation.
For us who see all the colors now.
We can sit and wonder how
through love he created this for us?
To show thanks for all we must
worship Him with all our heart & soul.
Let the colors make us whole.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)
That’s a beautiful, powerful and expressive poem about the significance and beauty of colors in our world. It touches on various aspects of color, from natural phenomena to personal and spiritual experiences. Colors are indeed a gift that enriches our lives in many ways, and your poem captures that sentiment wonderfully.
It’s a powerful reminder of faith and the limitless nature of God’s capabilities.
Again, thank you for your uplifting comments showing insight into one of my poems. I really appreciate it. I enjoy such comments as much as I enjoyed writing the poem—-R. W. Johnson