His Varied Hues



My sense of God is like a palette filled
with countless hues of pure, reflected light;
we choose the shade our inner eye discerns.

For some, a color's woven in the soft
ascent of youth; for others, it's revealed
when they have learned to focus on their own.

If we've selected wisely, we will feel
a glow -- as though warm feather-wisps of truth
are sifting down through layers of our soul.

Yet our awareness gives no right to scoff
at other faiths. I think that God becomes,
for everyone, what we need Him to be.


Copyright 2002 Laryalee Fraser