What Colors Will the World Be
what colors will
the world be
when the paint spread
by evil insatiable men
mutes again to shadows
flakes away
as forgotten
oxidizing rust
as it always must
beneath the bright sun
where once again
the saturated
hateful banners fade
to nothing
make space
give way to
the sacred palette
with which we paint
portraits of those we love
embedded in creation
perhaps the hues
will be those of a bird
the northern female
cardinal who meditates upon
bright red for life
imagines her equal
lifts the nurturing
browns of good earth
the muted tones of ripening
flowers through the air
with brave remembering wings
proclaims
with her deep notes
the return of the
comfort in living
the joy in forgiving