Color

Margaret V.Doran

You are the Master of color
You color my world in so many ways
I take for granted

yesterday I watched the hummingbirds
as they flitted around my son
and took turns at the feeder
and perched on the lilac branches

how awesome are the colors
on their tiny bodies
usully in such fast-forward mode
we can't even see

the little burnished bronze one
with a brilliant red throat and
when he turned his head
the red changed to dazzling gold

the little drab yellow-green
with a red and white tail
who, as she buzzed away
transformed to radiant metallic green

and if, by chance, they sit
for even a few seconds
I can see that over each eye are
infinitesimal feathers of different and exquisite color

Oh, Lord, when I consider the care
with which you color each feather
of every tiny hummingbird
I am overwhelmed

to realize that You did not color them
to impress those who might notice
You colored them so
just to please Yourself

and I know that my creation
was as intricate, is as perfect
in Your eyes.

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Updated May 12, 2003
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