One Breath in Color
Romans 8:22; Ps 84:10-11 Fair flame Bold hues Crimson, dancing in a bowl of blue Swaying in the rays, with ways unmeasured “Pleasure” is a term too cheap, too childish, for this: This moment, like bliss, like Romans, Everything stretching, and, groaning, and growing… If I could live One breath, in color Then give me, I pray God Do give me no other reality – Grey-scale tragedy – Crackling corpses of colors I trod in November Better the breath Than a whole world of shadows Better one day in Your courts At the dawn of the Son.