A Thousand Colors

Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought?
~ Sophie Scholl 
from At the Heart of the White Rose

Little flower,
but if I could understand what you are,
root and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
~  Tennyson

There are days we live⠀
as if death were nowhere⠀
in the background; from joy⠀
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,⠀
from blossom to blossom to⠀
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.⠀

~Li-Young Lee from “From Blossoms”

Summer was our best season:
it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots,
or trying to sleep in the tree house;
summer was everything good to eat;
it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape…

~Harper Lee from “To Kill a Mockingbird

I seek relief anywhere it can be found:
this parched landscape fills
with anger and lashing out,
division and distrust,
discouragement and disparity.

I want to live again as if
death is not in the background of
overflowing ICUs and irrational shootings.

I want to be so preoccupied with the medley of beauty around me,
there can be no room for other thoughts.

I want to understand how God still loves man
even when we turn away.

I want to revel in the impossible possible,
in a variegated kaleidoscope of colors
prepared to bloom bountiful
in an overwhelming tapestry of unity.



6 thoughts on “A Thousand Colors

  1. Each day passes the same as the preceding days, weeks, months it seems.
    Shock waves, media blaring out ‘news’ of more violence, escalating COVID statistics, nearly vacant,
    questioning looks of unbelief of reality from those we pass in our daily travels whom we encounter each day. No answers.
    No relief. Nothing seems to stem
    the continuing bombardment of horror, death statistics spinning off the graphs, distrust,
    hypocrisy, doubletalk and political infighting among all of our so-called leadership at
    all levels of government..

    Pray? Yes. Of course. Constantly! Without ceasing! Longer prayers and exhortations seem to
    dwindle into loud, soul-wrenching pleas. We seem to be so numbed and immobilized by
    fear that we cannot even release the tears trying to escape from our battered inner souls.

    HOW LONG, LORD?
    HOW LONG?

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  2. How could I fail to mention seeing my very favorite colors bursting into view as I scrolled down.
    Thank you, dear Emily. We so need your continuing faithful knowing attempts to bring beauty and God’s faithfulness into
    our lives to soften of blows of what we meet each new day.

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