Painted Moments

There is an awkward silence that seems to encompass her life.

If it had a color, it would be Green. Like the deepest ocean, waves crashing, Green.

There is an indescribable emptiness that sneaks up on her every now and then.

If it had a color, it would be Black. Just before dawn, darkest of dark, Black.

There is a sense of panic, a strange presence that beckons her in the middle of the night.

If it had a color, it would be Yellow. Vibrant, blaring, cautionary, Yellow.

There is a veil of uncertainty that defies her ability to trust.

If it had a color, it would be Grey. Charcoal, dark, steel-cold, Grey.

There is a chill in the air that will not allow her to find warmth.

If it had a color, it would be White. Crisp,wind blown, fallen snow, White.

There is a storm of confusion, pulling her this way and that.

If it had a color, it would be Orange. Fiery, frantically spinning, Orange.

There is angst deep within her heart. Unexplainable, and equally undeniable.

If it had a color it would be Blue. Not like the sky, nor the deepest see, more like the color of her eyes, Blue.

There is an inkling of hope that battles her heart for her very own soul.

If it had a color, it would be Crimson. Blood shed by a loving Savior, that she might finally rest , Crimson.

(c)Lisa M. Bennett 1/26/2009