"Revealed"

Beneath the clouds

Above my head

Between the keys like a golden thread

I ponder things that I heard you said

And I write the words in Indian Red.


Beneath the pines

In the earthen brown

There lies a seed

Deep in the ground

And the truth that lies

In the living green

Is that something had to die in the evidence of things not seen

In the eleventh hour

Here upon my bed

I can see those words in Indian Red.


In despondent blue

I long to touch

Jesus with skin on

Would it be too much?

I ask again there is so much left unsaid

Not a sound do I utter

I am feeling led

To look at the words

In Indian Red

For all is revealed

In Indian Red.