A palette of colors describes our life on Earth, from conception to death. |
| An artist's canvas is born bare, life fills it; painful valleys, joyful peaks. Between our first breath and our last, every color in God's paintbox speaks. The day we fall in love; fragile feelings, a delicate pink hue. A mix of passionate blushes, scarlet heartstrings, a violet blue. The pigments of love are mingled. Warm Autumn colors are friends. We care, share, make commitments. Families mix a palette into blends. A bright splash of colors, Children have joined the plot. Toddler days are vivid orange. School; cherry red, teen years: fire engine hot. The canvas carried gray shades Pockets were empty, nary a smile. Lasts till the yellow sun peeks through. Rain sure paints the blues for awhile. As that last breath is drawn, Black seems to color the end. Then a canvas of bright white is ready to begin all over again. For all the seasons of our life, each painted in different ways. Beginnings, endings, and in-between. A rainbow colors our Earthly stay. Kathie Stehr 2020 28 lines |