Holy

The colour I love
is the colour of Your heart
everyone can see it
a single rose blooming
in a row of sunflowers.
It’s to this blaze
all obeisance is paid
heads bow and eyes raised
to the glorious shine
that even your skin can’t contain.
What is this colour
neither red like ours
nor pink as a lotus
it’s made out to be
Your heart sweet Lord
must be the colour of milk.
In the countless generosities
that slip through your fingers
I’ve seen lives shaped
from a broken pot
a lump of clay
to fruit laden trees.
Life dances around You
death kneels in your court
illness welcomes your loving hand
as You soothe its brows.
Oh what a joy to find
merriment moving about You
like a circle of leaves
in the heat of a breeze.
On the drop of a tear
destines are made
a hopeless nightmare
into a life of a prayer.
Oh so many miracles
to soothe the spirit
lesson after lesson of great compassion
Buddha and Krishna
a delightful mix are You.
This mind so small
in awe of You
the great powers that surge
as softly as a mother’s love
through You
in disbelief I stare
who I serve
to whom I pray
they have the same face.
The same heart beneath
the fair and dark tone
a gentle blinding light
that can only be white
the colour of purity
the strength of truth
my favourite colour then
must be white
it’s all I see when I see You.
O auspicious one
Holi is holy
because You walk amongst us
scattering your light
so pure so white…