If –
Souls were coloured
And all could see,
What colour would mine be?
Would it be coloured differently
From Monday through Sunday?
Or –
Would my soul reflect my mood:
Some days somber and black,
Unable to crack the dark;
Some days, truly black,
Hard to get back on track.
Maybe –
My colours will get brighter
As my faith grows,
As seeds that were sowed
Mature and show
A happier coloured soul-photo.
Copyright wordz2Go April 2017
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