The God Of Suffering Colors Poem by Dwight Jenkins

What if God didn't make Dogwoods in pink
Beneath brilliant white clouds and blue skies?
What if God didn't make those who would think
About green shrubs, and black benches that cry

For desperate beauty and pain unknown
But to all those who ever lived, and failed?
Could rust red brick homes and thick, maiden loam
Without suffering be enough to unveil

The God of colors and love who enthralls
With the master strokes of museum works
That hang in the seasons' exhibit halls
Where destiny, painted destiny lurks?

Oh Yes.

The suffering God of all colors and shades
Paints all of the portraits...from Heaven to Hades.