The Color of Heaven
written by: Debra Elramey
I have cast my pearls to swine
and caught a glimpse of hell.
I have heard the silent skies,
dwelled by the wishing well.
I have tasted bitter wine,
swallowed molded bread.
Sought out four-leaf clovers
and plucked out weeds instead.
Have seen some quick
magicians dancing with
the wind, casting out my
demons, spinning out my sin.
Have heard the tongues
of angels speak through tongues
of men, but only for a moment
in time…The Bread and the Wine
the bread and the wine.
Holy is He, holy is he.
The color of heaven
is blue. I gaze into his eyes
and catch a glimpse of you.
I live in a yellow house built in 1919, surrounded by a wild English garden where cats – much to my dismay – pee on my trailing gardenia and turn a few evergreen leaves yellow too. Still, all cats are welcome in the rescue mission this desert mama runs. Inside my yellow house I write and pray and dream and watch wonders unfold every day.
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