The Blue
Room
The little
blue room its desires shattered,
Prophecy of lullabies
and little wheels that turned
Are curtains
closed, torn and tattered.
New cedar,
gleaming like angel wing tips
To brighten
the little blue room, pristinely arranged
As two shiny
coppers placed on the eyes, lips
Perfectly seamed
but lifeless, dull, gone.
The
occasional intruder to the room, careful
Not to
disturb sacred ground that was once
Filled with
hope, knowing one, prayerful,
Still seeks
redemption. Day by Day, open a
Door of purpose
to nurture the empty space.
I have a
plan, He said, for My acclaim, to tend
Your faith
and reveal My Grace.
The bell
delivers a promise of a miracle, soon,
A gift with
no ribbon but ringed in innocence, the
Answer, the
intention, of the little blue room.
Constant in
belief, your legacy will continue as
A sacred
road of gold, like the fair crown
Soon to be
brushed with lips that whisper
Thank You
Lord for drifting grace down.
The little
blue room is bustling, breathing,
With tiny wheels
that turn, green, yellow.
Pulse of
laughter, whine of teething,
Animation
comes to life and the door of
Purpose is
covered in ABC’s and 123’s,
Bold, black
marks build a yearly ladder,
That all focus on the point of grace, Kelley