Blue

A poem

Blue

Mid-morning blues of Lake Michigan

Go therefore
to a place where
blue sky
and blue water
meld into
blue eyes,
a wilderness of blues
that contain
depths beyond
reach

except imagination,
where blue means
anything and everything
out of the blue
becoming any dream,

the first step
onto a blue wave
that should not
hold you up
but will today
as you choose
that step
of faith
to write a verse
your blue soul
has always known
that now
becomes flesh,
blue ink rising
between blue lines
that crest
as the side
of your palm
breaks onto shore,
a page now
proclaiming scripture
a blue mystery
placed inside your
depths of blue

called from you
as you finally kneel
to admire a wild
blue flower
that whispers
into the blue

it is not too late

and you cannot
keep the corners of
your promised rainbow
from turning
upward 
into a smile
your blue face
will gently hold
as you walk
the blue path
disappearing
into a haze
of blue.

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Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and over the next few days I will be following up with a reflection post on how this poem emerged into being. Feel free to share this poem with someone who needs a shot of poetry in their life!

Brian

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