THE COLOUR OF HIS LOVE
A Poem by Adine Pietersen
He colours my soul
with the magnitude of His grace,
a brush dipped in mercy,
it is light,
and glorious light —
It glows like embers
coming alive in His fire,
beaming bright
yellow, orange, and red,
it glistens
and sparks
a passion within me.
It swirls in the air
like dandelion seeds
swaying in the wind,
it is tender to the touch
and it flows around me —
It feels like
laughter sounds,
pure joy,
like a baby’s giggle,
authentic bliss,
like running wildly
in an open field
without pause,
the colour of His love
feels like the rising sun
gently kissing my face
like the night sky
bedazzled in stars,
like birds chirping melodies
of an orchestra,
like butterflies dancing
over a meadow,
like children laughing
in an old oak tree house,
the colour of His love
is the sound of calm waters
as it cleanses the Earth,
like a pasture for rest,
like the sound of running feet
returning to their home —
and He paints me
in these vibrant shades,
coming alive at each stroke,
He paints me
in the colour of His love.