Along the grain and in the weave, everywhere the color erupts and runs, bits of hued brilliance.
And all over again, I’m four, captivated child with kaleidoscope swirling, mesmerized by the patches of color He wraps around the shoulder and curves of creation.
Us His Joseph in the vibrant shades.
Lord God, could You take off my blind patches today, that I might see the color patches?
Hushed explosions of a favored world blooming shades of Your heart.
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