Favorite Colors

There is a color in the horizon that does not belong.

It waits until the sun’s patrol is done to appear

A thief capable of stealing the pupils of children.

It springs forward from the monotonous grey

Providing proof of promises to young lovers.

 

This color is a fire that burns only for a few

Leaving a cloud of black smoke in it’s wake.

This is God’s favorite color, (or at least I’m convinced).

Appearing only when he wants it to

Serving as a blanket to wrap up our sorrows and satisfactions.

 

It looms over vast lakes and dense forests,

 

Able to grant the mother a moment of reprieve;

It is this color that I aim to add to my easel

 

Painting it upon my bare chest

Every time it appears.

 

I pray to carry it,

Always,

continuing live in this borrowed time

As a radiant child

Destined to illuminate the world.

 

May I always feel the warmth of God upon my face in the sunset.