Living grass—created—is green.
The sun in its dawning and setting
is brightened golden rays reflected
in the lunar glow of the night.
We are created in His image—glowing
reflections—beyond rainbow orbs
limited to discriminate veiling human rays
saturated with falling bigoted rains.
Maundy Thursdays and Good Fridays
have their sheen circadian Easters—accented
with glorious red days of Pentecost/Shavuot.
Yet bigotry remains a year long, daily rust.
Freedom remains a continuous exodus
albeit a nailing perpendicular crucifixion
awaiting the sighting of her promised land
and the resurrection of delayed justice.
Meanwhile hued sable skin souls continue
to trod liberty’s path through this waste hollowing land;
leaving fossilized footprints in the dried mud of hope:
faith etching the journey’s promised destiny.