The Color of Gentle

Erasing the moon, Sunlight caresses blue Skies of dawn, Silent, gazing through the Fearless, bleached clouds Speaking of the storm Who never questioned the Light just beyond Rain pouring out tears of heaven, Where this huge pearl, Glowing and growing oddly Rounded, like the marble Hung across the azure… Their heavenly home the only room They’ve ever known, - When the heart spins its words, Its prayers and praise… There is this joy that comes from Knowing the One who hung Both sun and moon, stars and hues In graceful blues, like a dream Forever true to the crayon He Used to give them actuality, The being that is beautiful beyond Most heart’s comprehension Beautiful like the color of gentle