88, 9-8, SHOW NOTES & COPYRIGHTS, (Scheduled 1/26/2022)
Today we are going to follow up on a thought that came to me during last week’s podcast – Colors, In looking through poems I found 3 with the word color in the title. Unfortunately the last one I hoped to us is rather lengthy and I couldn’t break it down into sections that would make it easier to understand and discuss. The title of it was Colors. That leaves 2.
The first poem, A Flood of Colors, I was challenged to write. In 2019 I attended Book Con, a national book fair in New York City. I was one of three authors highlighted by my publisher. One of the other authors was also an artist. Over lunch one day he challenged me to write a poem about colors. The following poem is the result of that challenge.
A FLOOD OF COLORS
Red,
Orange,
Yellow,
And green,
Blue,
Indigo,
And violet,
Together become a rainbow,
A promise of God so long ago.
The blood of Jesus,
The blood of the lamb,
The blood that saves us,
Salvation, God’s plan.
The fire of God’s deliverance
As we passionately praise
Through our faithful observance
Of the life God did raise.
The glory of God now shown,
Finding joy in our faith,
Knowing we will see God’s face.
Through His reign we have grown.
The new beginning,
Promised restoration
From lives of sinning,
Now with adoration.
The authority of Heaven,
Fed on bread unleavened,
Led by the Holy Spirit,
God’s word, we hear it.
The infinite and the finite,
One is God, the other man.
Jesus is the bridge over the chasm
That was created by Adam.
The priesthood, the kingship,
The royalty, the mediator,
It is Jesus we worship
Who is One with the Creator.
The rainbow, a sign of the mercy of God (Genesis),
The colors, the glory of God (Ezekiel),
At the end, the power of God (Revelation),
The rainbow, a reflection of God,
Yesterday,
Today,
And tomorrow.
Post Script:
An artist paints with colors,
A poet paints with words.
Both tell a Story
Of all God’s Glory.
Tim Carter
July 7, 2019
Discussion:
The next poem was written in august of 2021. It happens to have a color word in the title.
SATURDAY EVENING BLUES
8:09 pm, looking out the window,
Watching as the setting sun still glows.
Earlier, the rising sun and sky of blue
Brightened the welcoming of the day anew.
There was rain in the afternoon,
But it stopped fairly soon.
The clouds moving over the lake
Leaving a gentle breeze in their wake.
The light of the setting sun
Gives the sky of different hue.
The blue sky now shining bright
Mixed with the Son’s glorious light.
Above the horizon,
Beyond the sun,
Above the stars,
And what is ours
The Son shines bright.
He is our guiding light.
8/1/21, tcarter
Discussion:
The next poem was written on January 13th of this year. It is one of my favorite poems. It, as usual did it end up like I thought it would.
HIS WORD, HIS LOVE
Time for reflection
On the collection
Of the words and deeds
On which my mind...
