Beyond Color
This blogging thing is a new and exciting adventure, and I’ve always felt I could express myself more clearly in written versus spoken form. I don’t even know who of you out there wants to read what Meg and I have to share, but I have this mystical sense of a tender connection to each of you. I sincerely thank you for wanting to be here with us.
It’s interesting that lately life has either been almost too full of activity or not full enough. Since we kicked off our blog, It has ramped into quite busy. Having said that, i feel this pull to remain connected to all of you on a regular basis, even in a brief post. I had an idea for writing and it just wasn’t fleshing out, so I did review some poems I’ve written in the past. Yes, we will occasionally share poems with you, but this blog isn’t just for that. I promise! In a text chat with our beloved Katy Willson, i mentioned that maybe it’s time to bring some color to the blog through our visuals. So when I came across this poem I wrote many years ago, it caught my attention. Our most remarkable Creator artist God loves color. They are vast beyond what we can fathom, an endless spectrum in every domain - from the tiny nucleus of a cell to the outer reaches of the cosmos. And yet we, His glorious human family, the image bearers of God, are His greatest masterpiece. Hebrews 1:3 declares, “The Son radiates God’s own glory and expresses the very character of God…”
Beyond Color
Jesus, I began to wonder as I thought of you…what color is your skin?
I know you were a Hebrew man, but what color is it now?
I suppose it doesn’t matter, but I tried to see as I pictured you.
You want to show me?……
Ahhh…you are marvelous beyond color.
How silly we are — making statues of you, giving you a certain form and color.
You are beautiful.
Your eyes that see straight through to my heart…
They don’t bypass my face, but they surge inward to my soul.
Words don’t matter; they don’t begin to fathom the depths of You.
Together with You — communion — more than speaking
Your hair, soft and light, caresses my cheek with a gentle touching and a hint of a tickle.
Your arms…within your robes. I see your robes almost as part of You.
They swallow me into your heart.
Let me stay always in your heart.
You are beautiful,
Beyond color
Meg and I grew up gazing at this rose window (pictured above) as we sat in church as children. Our favorite pew was near the front where we were perched between Mama and Daddy, singing our beloved hymns and hearing Doug McGuire tell of the love of Jesus, Our sisters married in that church…(prepare for a future blog post about that experience!) Meg and I married in a newly built structure and the same rose window was installed over the balcony at the back of the sanctuary. Jesus truly does go before and behind us, choosing us, and wrapping us into His glorious story.
