Drawn to the dreamy edge of my darkened abyss
The mind’s eye turned to find nothing amiss
Never, not once did I see Him cloaked in black
Nor did I know that it was me who was lost for the lack
Pulling the shroud from his face far behind the other
I can’t imagine why with me he’d even bother
Everyone else just kept their face turned away
Not wanting to come near my deepest inner decay
But life just flowed through him in the brightest of hue
The prism of love bathed me in every healing shade of blue
Until I was bidden into a new season of broken haze
Oceans were only putrid green by comparison of his gaze
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Verna K Gunderson
I'm an ESL online Teacher whose life and stories thrive on the creative imaginations of life and children. A picture painted or a story written are both built with the brushes that hold the many colors picked up throughout our lives. Bravo!
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