yellow book

here is a book of colour
white or yellow
for those who cannot see
with eyes to see

such is faith

when all our darkness finally drains away
what will be left

here where the doors don’t shut
and nothing works
for very long

when the room that was full to ceiling
has been emptied

and all the colours of the field amaze
then sing his praise

who came to show the way

*

we find his presence
in his very absence

which is everywhere
except for here

and now

the one place
we may ever hope to find him

and never thought to look

*

yellow book

on a white shelf

in morning sun

I pick it up
and read from it
when everyone has gone

don’t worry
rejoice
in what you have begun

yellow book

white shelf

morning sun

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