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The Colors of the Spirit

Naturea blowing wind
swirls endlessly in perfect harmony
with the rhythm of our
repeated sins

an unrelenting rain
beats incessantly down into arid
and barren spaces of our
tattered minds

a freezing sleet
pelts our lives with no concern
carving scars across our
broken hearts

an incessant fog
shadows every move we make
the gloom hiding our
remembered shame

a bright sunshine
softens the ever hardened places
and gently forgives our
every mistake

an everlasting blue
so freely grants mercy’s gift
covering our spirits in
unending grace

~Mark Schutter ©2015

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