WHEN THE COLORS SANG AT CREATION

“Let there be Light!” – and, Light came into existence

          Singing, Dancing, Spinning – Energy bursting forth!

A Seven-Fold Symphony of Song, a Harmony Pure and Perfect,

          Delightful in its Resonating, Pulsating Power of Life.

Yellow skyrocketed into the heavens, a Soprano of Crystal Clarity –   Hallelujah! – 

          The first words ever Sung –

                    In a Thrilling Gloria of Praise to Yah, her Creator God

         

Golden hues shimmered in Dewdrops of Delight, as yet unformed,

In Honor of Him whom She Crowned –

The Lamb of the Ages, the Lion of Heaven’s Pride –

Glory unfettered and Free!

Red reverberated with a Holy Hue

          Foreshadowing the greatest gift – Forgiveness – Sigh!

          An Alto of haunting Perfection

          As she sang down the corridors of Time to

          A reborn, redeemed and renewed Humanity not yet Born.

          Ah, the poignant Passion that would

          Echo through the corridors of time

          Resounding back to the Father of Lights:

          “Thank You, Abba! Thank You!” Amen.

Orange’s Fiery Song of Spirit Love

          Morphed into Chords of Rhapsody

          As She hovered over unformed Seas.

          Oh, the Power!  A Voice unleashed

          That climbed to the heights of heaven

          And plumbed the depths of the world

          In search of Truth to be found

          In every corner of creation. 

          Yes, the Tongues of Power would Dance

          Upon the Prophets as our Hearts

          Would sing the Refrain of Good News to All Mankind!

The Sky-Blue Tenor lifted his head

          To the dawning of Life and

          Breathed out his lyrics of Love

          Wafting on the zephyr breezes

          To the four corners of the World.

Emerald Green batted her long lashes

          As she whispered a Lullaby of Peace

          That painted the grass of the fields

          And with which She kissed Awake

          Each Leaf of Flower and Tree, Rich and Free.

Purple’s bass resonates down the corridors of time

          And fills the halls of kings and queens

          While forming a warm, sonorous blanket

          To wrap around the King of Kings as He lay in the manger

          And with which to drape His magnificent shoulders

          When once ascended and enthroned.

Blue-Violet’s Baritone provides the undercurrent

          Of rhythm and counterpoint

          As he scatters each brilliant star in their rising up

          To meet the moon in the twilight gleam,

          Emitting sweet vibrations that receive

          The refrain of stellar harmony to complete the Choir.

When all Colors Voice their Created Love together,

          Brilliant and Blinding White Light

          Emanates from the Throne,

          And all knees bow to Honor Him

          Who is the Conductor of the Symphony of Life and Love!

  

Robert E. Preston

March 22, 2013