beginning
He pours fig leaf
green ink
onto
our gold embossed
blank checks
where we tip-toe
like scared pencil scratchings
on black lined tight-ropes.
It’s as if
His pen holds seas,
seas
which rush
under
our black lined shadows,
seas where mermaids
toss forget me nots
at our grey boxed answers…
’til…
grasping for beauty
we pitch headlong
into
His ink.
In the beginning
He signs our checks
in blood red
L-O-V-E,
crowns us with garlands
of the forever
Blessed
and dreams of teaching us
how to swing from
rainbows.
~Blessed are you by the Lord who made heaven and earth~
Interesting post.
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“Crowns us with garlands of the forever” is such a wonderful thought 😌
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I really like the visuals conjured up by the metaphor
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Thanks for your feedback:)
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