the colour of our lives

poetry • celebration • faith • nature • humanity • imperfections • glory


i made myself a box and i had
my wife pull me alive from it with a golden
thread and the spirit might have said ‘that’s not
the best way’ and he showed me something
better, that
i would pull her out with a golden ribbon
running through love from
that cage which binds but has
no walls     and this was a better way even though
i was misshapen fallen over and small the tug
from my
heart went through love and
we had her on the other end
almost outside the box now
and ready to jump

so the box? it was true for me and true for
her and i pray
to the father that the knots hold
at either end


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