Commitment

Originally Posted: Friday, June 9, 2017

Commitment


I commit to radiate gold clouds that sparkle and shimmer and hold us all in a heady embrace that is soft as a feather and warms the heart.
To radiate blue, true blue, solid as a rock and smooth as a stone,
a path straight from stability and order, a path as wide as an ocean but heading toward home.
To radiate the color of love, red, for the heart bleeding for those left behind.

I commit to radiate blue, true blue, solid as a rock and smooth as a stone,
orange for the passion for justice and righteousness, yellow for the dawn of a new day breaking forth,
the color of love, red, for the heart bleeding for those left behind,
white for the purity that enfolds us all.

I commit to radiate orange for the passion for justice and righteousness, yellow for the dawn of a new day breaking forth,
a path straight from stability and order, a path as wide as an ocean but heading toward home.
white for the purity that enfolds us all.
I commit to radiate gold clouds that sparkle and shimmer and hold us all in a heady embrace that is soft as a feather and warms the heart.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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