Thank you for the white, thank you
for green, all the colours, shades between,
thank you for the nuance not quite black—
the times we had to cross
bridges we couldn’t understand,
when we had to trust
to the rail, the frosted pale-pink rail
over the steaming rock-gray river
under a streaked sky
that appeared to be bickering
with itself, about which
hue might suit, as we
decided to settle it ourselves, move on,
together, in touch with the overall tone,
to live sympatico—
thank you for the colours
that fill our senses, renew peace
in each season we might not fully
appreciate, discern the depth
or intent of.
There’s a time to come to terms with the colours, shades and seasons of our life. That time is now. For more on the inner life and coming to a place where we know peace is more real, more lasting than anything else we might know (or have known), you might want to check out my poetry books on Amazon.