Pink-Gold
Saved from my own cloaks of darkness; torn from grips
of deceit. I lift my prayers to sun-blushed skies.
The truth, I share, in shades of pink. In worship,
undaunted, rouge-stained dreams turn to gold. The lies
no longer bleed but melt into memories
of a rosy-cheeked girl and fresh potpourri.
Scattering petals of fragile carnations,
I’ll live in peace hushed by pink-gold salvation.
Saved by pink petals as delicate as lace.
Never again, shall I fear my enemy.
Cheeks blush with the love of a beautiful face,
praise and devotion become the remedy.
The mended heart beats in pink-hued harmony
of shimmering hopes and blossoming glory.
Tomorrow held in trusting adoration.
In peace, I’m renewed by pink-gold salvation.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
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