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The Color Purple

The Color Purple Lightning bolts across the sky casting shadows for you and I to witness and marvel with delight or cower and tremble from our fright of God's awesome power on display humbling us as we give thanks and pray. Dear Lord up on high forgive us our debts from they and I. Teach us to love and cherish the blessings you share. Let us count them all if we dare. And let "love each other" be our yearn with peace and charity in return. by, Martin Braun 6/11/2020

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Geoffrey Brewer

Date: 6/14/2020 6:10:00 AM

I take this as a more reflective corollary to your previous poem: ‘I am dead...‘ It gives a welcome positive slant on current life. Well said, Martin.

Martin Braun
Date: 6/15/2020 6:58:00 AM

Thank you! Whatever I witness and the Holy Spirit dictates I put to pen. I pray whatever I put down draws the best from everyone who experiences it.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/11/2020 5:06:00 PM

Hello Martin Braun, Wow! This is a great poem. Enjoy your evening my friend. So nice to meet you. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/14/2020 10:37:00 AM

I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Enjoy your day my friend.

Martin Braun
Date: 6/11/2020 8:37:00 PM

Thank you Darlene. You are so kind.