By Megan Inwards
You rubbed mud in your eyes
Since the world was too bright
And you couldn’t make out
What was wrong, what was right
But now your whole vision
Is just black and white.
You forget you were washed
In bright crimson blood,
Or that blindness was healed
In orange caked mud
And see not the beauty
Of a gold flower-bud.
The green of the Jordan
Where we were baptized,
The heavenly blue
Of the oceans and skies,
The purple of royalty,
Our king and prize.
Love’s light refracted
On my newborn skin,
But colors you fear
So you just called it sin,
Hard heart and ears blocked
So my song won’t get in.
© Megan Inwards, 2023 - For permission to repost, please contact admin@loveboldly.net.
Megan Inwards (she/her/hers) is a poet and Queer Christian. You can find her work on Instagram at @wonderfullyqueerlymade and @meganinwards.
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