Poem from The Color Series: Blue

 

Beneath the cool, calm midnight
With our bruises and despair
Blind to clarity of white
And godly color rare.

Shackled to our earthly realm,
Facing hunger, sadness, cold.
As darkened seas overwhelm
Our connection to the Old.

Yet in our isolation,
In the shadows of our shells,
We sense our own vibrations
Still stirring in our cells.

Hear unearthly melodies
Resounding throughout our bones
Calling us towards heavenly,
Celestial cloaks and stones.

Reflect upon our nature
And the power of beyond.
Ignore that nomenclature,
Feel the universe respond.

-Amber JoAnn