yellow love

A poem

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Facebook comments, every text,                                                  

the calls I was too busy for—                                                 

extensions of God's spoken belovedness over my life.

Her words paved a trail of assurance, 

one that’s hard to find                                                         

with her no longer here to guide.

The sun’s brilliance stamped upon 

lilies,                                                                    

bees,                                                                                                  

and wild canaries—                                                          

signposts of yellow love for the lost trailhead.

Though it was never really of her own making;

she walked me there, hand-in-hand                                                

with the One behind it all.

Meticulously crafted, mine for the taking.

Oh, how precious are His thoughts about me— 

Grandma showed me that.