Forget-me-not Blue

[teri tait]

Here's one I wrote with my own little hands:

Forget-me-not Blue
We dimmed by dense solids, the Almighty Light
Yet God still carries us through souls darkest night
So it is up above, it is so down below
The seed is the root in its season to grow
God pressed first clay, sang first man to life
Compassionate love moved rib to be wife
Divine Maker! Laid all keys in our coats
Easy to find if we first pluck our motes
God so wanted to give His gifts of each day
Gifts, darkly seen, yet retained as we stray
Love is the nurture at root of each soul
With gnostic reminders to quicken our flow
Be still to listen, souls heart sparks alight
A fire rose red that burns amber bright
Bearing our crosses in the way of His son
Freely embracing the work to be done
I opened all doors, my darkness needs light
As ever deeper doors opened, I gained wider sight
My deepest dark hiding furthest with fright
Was equal immeasure to the tallest doors height
Just as left of the zero has numbers too
Is loves' everlasting forget-me-not blue

By TM Tait