Just the Colors

That’s what is left – the colors;
Pink, mauve, golden gray
After the sunset
At the end of the day.

Nothing else, Lord, nothing
Left of my dreams.
Nothing left, nothing, Lord,
Of any former schemes.

The dross is burned away, Lord,
But still I cannot see
Your Face in the metal,
I yet see only me.

But thank You for the colors,
The ones You left for me
While I’m alive my eyes behold
This gracious gift to me.

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