And God Created Black

And God Created Black

And God Created Black

Across the nights

God walked through starlit meadows

Picking stars to for a bouquet of timeless messages

In the vase of black velvet sky.

He reminds us constantly that even though we can’t see stars in the daylight

Because of our star

They still shine brightly.

He threw spinning worlds into a black space sea

A sea He brewed with multiple colors of pigment

That finished black and does not fade.

He sent night light to softly settle like a sable shawl

On the earth’s blue shoulders

He reminds us constantly that night and day

Cannot live without each other.

Even in the light of day

He walked with night in one hand

Healing with a cool touch

The glare of gold and greed

In souls burnt crisp by the desert sun.

He reminds us constantly that our natures

Are many hued and black is multiple colors of pigment.

He painted with ebony to color

A race of his people

Guided them on daylight runs

Through black tunnels to freedom.

He painted races of his people white, red, yellow,

He reminds us constantly that

White, red, yellow and black complement each other.

He reminds us constantly that it takes many

Colors to make a rainbow

And black is a vital ingredient..

He walked through a tomb in Gethsemane

Texturing its walls with healing black

To complete the sunlight of Easter morning.



Spring Gardening

Gethsemane Gardens


He could have stayed away from the garden

And its soul searching agony,

He could have left,

Closing the gate firmly behind him.

Instead, His knees imprinted rock

Olive trees rustled their future plans

Blood sweat watered white lilies

And in the depths of His soul He heard them,

He smelled them


He planted the assurance

Of future gardens,

And sits by an open gate.

Beckoning us to enter.


A Tomb in a Garden


Someone moves in the tomb,

The wind picks up the folds of a robe and smooths them

Like a hand on a fevered forehead.

Mary feels the fever of anguish

The weight of despair heavier than the stone

Rolled away from the tomb.

Darkness forms a doorway question mark,

Where is he? She has to find him.

Someone moves in the tomb!

She sees a misty outline in the doorway The gardener!

He would know the answer.

She pleads, “If you have taken him away, tell me where he is, And I will take him with me.”

The wind outlines the man’s beard against his face.

Knowing smooths away her anguish leaving outlines of hope.

“Mary.” His voice rings with love and eternity.

“Master!” Her voice . rings with love and eternity