There’s a blue that falls down all around me . . . A holiness sent from the sky . . . A blue that surrounds and becomes me . . . That slices through pain like a knife . . .
It’s the blue where the wind waves the water . . . The blue in the flash of their eyes . . . The blue in the true of a heart-blood to rise above secrets and lies.
There’s a blue in the dawn of a morning that burns off the black of a night . . . the new of a day that compels me to hold up my truth to the light.
There’s a blue that creeps in with the twilight when a longing seeps into my soul . . . And the moon and the stars break through darkness in a sigh of a heavenly glow . . .
In the blue of an evening alone-ness when the shadows have beat down the light . . . Blue whispers the sound of a heart-break should go down on the page in a fight . . .
There’s a rumor that tells of our savior who carried a piece of the sky . . . in a face that should never have held it . . . in the fire-soft glow of His eyes . . .
In His Holy Blue vortex of love-light that goes weaving out edge over edge . . . A Holy Blue-white light of promise keeps me wondering . .
Wandering . . . over the ledge . . .
Into the Holy Blue.
