Christ in the Color of a Bend
The scope of perfect yellows is displayed
Along the curves of tulip petals near
My door. One tint is on the sweep arrayed
Across the tops of shell-like shapes. The cheer
(When no severity can touch soft sleeves)
Is waving in the April breeze. A gold-
Like hue runs up the edge where sadness grieves
Its banishment upon this bow of bold,
Bright velvet. Best of all, the yellow on
The bulge of beauty in the center of
The petal is a satin, daybreak dawn
Struck there by sunlight beating warm like love.
..That all these lovelinesses find their place
….Here proves the radicality of grace.