This is my color poem that I wrote later for this day. If you want to know what a color poem is, go here. And the poem:
Indigo is a sea of time
Mysterious in its numberless depths
Unquantifiable like a black hole
Yet full of lives and life as a boundless ocean
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
This is more like a good Sunday poem. Not that it can't be on other days. But this day is special. So here's my Sunday poem:
NON-LINEAR TIME
How is there time for minutiae
That Christ deals with every day?
For the least little thing I beguile Him.
He listens whenever I pray.
I know by the way that my problems
Seem to lighten when we've had a chat
He patiently answers my questions
Though I've wandered this way and that.
If I were Him I'd be frustrated
At the cavalier manner I use
When I hurry through conversations
But He'll never sigh or accuse.
He just patiently waits for the punchline
Or the begging or light little flick
I wonder if I ever make him
Annoyed or a little bit sick.
I need to grow up and be better
At thinking of what I will say
When I ask Him how He spent the ev'ning
Whether He had a pretty good day.
I should patiently wait for an answer
Instead of the bluster and wind.
If I calmly and quietly listen
There are answers just waiting to find.
Then go and do something about it
Do my part , make a difference, a goal
Not being lazy or doubting
Not letting life take a toll.
There'll be opportunities plenty
To be Jesus' hands in the fray
Time will stretch out to eternity
Or maybe just God's seventh day.
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
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