The Color Red
THE COLOR RED
I took a walk in autumns leaves
And felt as though, I heard god breathe,
The wind it blew across my face
Then I knew I tasted grace.
I felt a hand slip into mine
Knowing I’d lost sense of time,
“Let us walk”, he gently said
He handed me, the color red.
“Study it”, he told me there
You will find it everywhere,
“I watched you on one winter’s day
Cheeks so red, while out at play.
The first rose you received
Was given to you, one day by me,
The color red was what I chose
And then he tapped me on my nose.
The sunset you loved in 89
Was created then with you in mind,
I saw you cry one lonely night
And then he squeezed my hand so tight.
Your face was streaked red with tears
I knew I could, erase your fears,
I saw that I would face the cross
In the garden I prayed, to count the cost.
Then on my hand, I felt him rub
I looked down and noticed, blood,
I saw that he could hardly speak
It was then I saw his feet.
I pulled away, to see his hand
With tears he said “you understand”,
For you to live, I had to die
He moved his robe I saw his side.
I clung to him with all my life
“Who could pay such a price”?
He said, “I saw you walk today
I knew that you had lost your way”.
Unless they seek me, they won’t know
Then I cried, when he turned to go,
“Remember the cross” as he turned to leave
The blood was red that set you free.
I took a walk in autumn’s leaves
And met the god who filled my need,
And when I think on all he said
I’m thankful for the color red.
Written By, Keyna Darling
Copyright © Keyna Darling | Year Posted 2018
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