As Long as there is Color

As long as there is color,
even the smallest flicker of it,
a red berry in winter,
a kind word in the midst of pain,
a touch…..

As long as there is a whisper of love
from a God that your pain
barely allows you to see….

As long as there is a baby’s cry,
a lover’s cry of exultation,
a stranger’s “thank you”
or even yes, that same, single red berry
in the midst of winter,

As long as these remain,
there is no hell,
and Satan has failed to claim
your soul.

About this poem.

Bad times here. But even in that, beauty. If we allow it

Tom