|Double rainbow created in the mist of Niagara Falls|
Color blindness is convenient theory
but not possible in reality.
Loving neighbors as much as loving self
makes sense only if we do love ourselves.
Seeing that of God in everyone is
possible only when we see color.
Willingness not to be blind is crucial
to how each of us learns to love and loves.
Enough! Stop! You are choking me!
Color. Blindness. Neighbors. God. Love.
Instead, hold my hand and help me to see;
instead, let me encounter full moments.
Let me touch faces and intensities
of individuals without your fears.
Let me see love glow even in shadow;
show me how love illuminates blindness.
Love is not blind, but delights in color—love rainbows and greys and rainbows again.
2nd draft of a poem in progress.
Posted in Poets United Poetry Pantry #229
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast