August 18, 2020
“Grandpa…what color is the sky?”
(And then after a few thoughtful moments…)
“Grandpa…how do we know you and I see the same color blue?”
“Grandpa…what color am I?”
(Oh dear sweet child of God. What color is the wind?
Formed in the mind of the One who breathes life into
ALL that was, is, and ever will be–including you!
Made of the stuff of stars and volcanoes, oceans and trees… ahh the majestic trees…
What color are you my daughter’s child? And how do I answer such a question as this?)
“You grandson, are all the colors of all our ancestors from the beginning of time until now.”
“Yes, grandpa…but–” (and he looked up at me with eyes the color of the universe)
“‘Does my life matter too?”
Thank you for visiting.