crippling the rainbow
i steal Your color;
cold air from my cold heart
sends Your warmth
blends then blurs
everything You had to say
to me
Jesus, what was it
You wanted to say
when i was hunting for quotes,
when i was shopping for roast
and felt angry over prices –
what was it you wanted to say
when my fear crept over me
and ruled my thoughts
those minutes
over a cup of tea,
when doors slammed
and people hammered on the newborn
in our building.
“blessed are the persecuted.”
i hear you now, Beloved Saviour,
i am listening
to ALL in the universe that is not
from a world
which is.


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