Rainbow of Tenderness
Our too-fast, noisy world
gives so much input
that sometimes we forget
God loves us with no qualifiers.
God loves us, because He is Love.
“How can Love embody
or love us less?” we think,
forgetting how less can
sometimes be more.
We are not redeemers, yet the choice to be
redeemed remains ours.
I reiterate many thoughts,
central to redemption, dear reader,
for these poems are my prayers.
Father, I am choosing Your Love today.
I acknowledge Your redemption;
I bask in Your love, poured out through grace.
I sing for You: a song of pure requited joy.
I cry—dousing my feather pillow—
my song muffled in the tumultuous clamor
of a world, unredeemed.
I repeat words from day to day,
poem after poem.
Dear Father, don’t forget,
these prayers also serve as poems,
perhaps, Your calling cards,
Your universal invitation
(to salvation) through the Cross of Jesus.