Friday, October 9, 2009

Echoes of love

Having filled my eyes
with color from its truest Source --
the richest blues,
the brightest, warmest orange --
I find the colors linger there
at the edges of my vision:
a haunting invitation to seek more;
a willingness to find,
to see
those same colors
echoing across the ground before me.
In much the same way love,
once experienced,
has its own way
of echoing
across the landscape of friends
coloring each, enriching each
so that which once was commonplace
now glows
with a hitherto unexpected fire
of blessing.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

This looks like a piece from my Shibori scarf, which has these same colors, only twised and crushed.