Colour of My Heart
We cannot see the wind, but we can view
the work it does, as through the trees it blows.
Each other’s hearts we cannot see, but you
and I can see effects of what we do.
Birds sing, the streams and rivers flow to sea,
and all creation does as was God’s plan!
So many of us see ourselves as free,
yet there are stewardships God gave to man.
We need each other; there’s no room for hate
inside our hearts. A conscience is our guide.
God gave us this. We think and we create!
To earth and to our fellow man we’re tied.
The colour of my heart – like yours- is red.
All equal, we must be by kindness led!
Dec. 10, 2018 got an N/A in the original contest
Now used for Rob Carmack's Screwed Xix Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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