Sunday A.M. - Poem by AHO Speaks
The morning sky filled with clouds of tomorrow
Heavily laden with their tears of sorrow.
They also have a spiritual purpose and reason
The children of God need the water for every season.
Half the horizon in darkness but quickly to dispel
The other with its time of color to wish us well.
The face of God has more than one expression
A God that desires we learn more than one lesson.
God is light, God is color and God is one
Numbers into numbers and the answer is always the son.
The light far surpasses the darkness of night
An affirmation from our God that all is right.
Our God should be a colorful God as we
God always presents itself as a reflective image you see.
02-06-06 Aho Speaks
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