yellow love
- rypennington94
- Mar 24
- 1 min read
A poem
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, just for me.
Oh, how precious are His thoughts about me—
Grandma showed me that.
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