The Whisper of the Colors

Growing up, one of my favorite movies was The Sound of Music.  In the classic song “My Favorite Things,” Maria encourages the von Trapp children to remember things that bring them joy, and thus overcome their fears. Likewise, there are so many things in God’s world that point us back to our Father when we take the time to notice and enjoy them. They whisper to our hearts to look up and see His smile. What are your favorite things that He has made?

 

The Whisper of the Colors

“Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways,

And how small a whisper we hear of Him!

But the thunder of His power who can understand?”

Job 26:14

 

My Father,

Thank You for colors in this world You made!

Vibrantly beautiful in majestic parade,

They whisper of Your glories - unceasingly displayed.

I think of You.

 

My soul lingers,

Soaking in beauty from the work of Your fingers.

Longing for the day when I see the Artist’s face,

And walk and talk with the Giver of Grace.

I think of You.

 

Red

Cardinals - bright spots of red against the winter snow.

Geraniums - cheery blossoms hanging in the window.

Strawberries - mouthwatering juiciness You made easy to grow.

I think of You.

 

Orange

Fall leaves in their variegated hues and mixes.

Sunsets and sunrises - daily color surprises.

Goldfish and clownfish, whose antics delight us.

I think of You.

 

Yellow

Daffodils bring promise that winter will depart.

Sunshine in spring gives a hug to my heart.

Lemonade in the summer, thirst-quenching and tart.

I think of You.

 

Green

Rolling emerald hills with white fluffy sheep.

Hunter green forest pines that tranquility keep.

Grass that feels cool and refreshing to feet.

I think of You.

 

Blue

From blue-gray oceans to glaciers teal,

You paint a thousand shades that make my heart thrill,

And sing with the bluebird’s joyful trill.

I think of You.

 

Violet

Lilacs and lavender with aromas so charming.

Incredible space galaxies with luster amazing.

Butterflies that flit in and out of sight darting.

I think of You.

 

Brown

Wood grain - the story of a sturdy, strong tree.

Velvet coat of a horse or puppy, stroked fondly. 

Mud puddles made pretty by children’s ecstasy.

I think of You.

 

This is Your world.

Thank You for making me part of it.

Your glories have yet to be fully unfurled,

But the whisper I hear won’t let me forget.

I think of You.

-MaryBeth Hall

 

 

-MaryBeth Hall