Marion is to write about a color. My poem is about the color of light, a glow from God given to creatures here below. It was prompted by a story on the news.
Just when I thought I had nothing to say about color, this...
GLOW OF GOD
In the bay, neon blue trails
sway with the stir of tides,
signaling some secret
shared by those who know
its conscious cosmic flow.
In the fields, fireflies spark and fade,
flushing from the grass,
unaware that rushing children seek
to catch the magic as it passes
through their hands.
They call it bioluminescence,
this blooming internal glow,
light without heat, a pulse of God
beating in small creatures
And in a story on the news today,
a famous General holds his breath
while science strives to catch
this marvel, magic cosmic glow
and make of it a thing to use for death.