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