A spiraling orb of sea green blue burst into a ball of
scarlett fire flames, leaving nothing in its wake but a silence
wrapped in a inky black coat of inner knowing. You
beside me smiling that smile only you can smile said
loud and clear, "Everything will be just fine!" Isnít that
The truth? Isnít it true? Our feathered wings
were royal purple and newly sprouted. Dancing with
joy from one cloud to another, we flew into our future
with a smile, an unshakable faith in glory and the
arresting beauty of perfect faith. We both smiled that
smile that only knowing God can bring. Pure joy! We
filled the world with pure joy. That is the truth!
Isnít it? Isn't that the truth?
copyright: Scott Utley
June 26 2006