Almost a Prayer - Judith Stone

[Larry Robinson]

Almost a Prayer
 
I am haunted by color,
I breathe it in as if it were air
I wash myself in it like water
I walk in it saying
Oh sunset rub off on me
Oh soil may I be brown like you,
May I be red clay or white sand!
 
May my laugh be yellow
My sadness indigo 
My suffering coal black,
Or searing white ash,
my love intense carmine or subtle
pastels not yet named.
 
As I have lived I have learned
that the daily invocation of 
color arises with the light, 
companion of the sun, and
night’s mysterious underside.
 
O, name that can never be spoken,  
your rainbows appear unasked, 
more present than meditation, 
more healing than prayer. 
 
So let this temple though it exists 
in the midst of so much suffering
be a ceremony, and
a baptism into you by color.
 
	- Judith Stone
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