God sat with me and told a tale,

So much to His surprise:

A child borrowing blue from Heaven;

And storing it in her eyes.

Perplexed He was, just sitting there

Recalling words she’d spoken

That made Him ponder templates made

And all that had been broken.

“Forgive me for my selfishness,

I saw no other start.

To show all those around me

Of the blueness in my heart.

I see so many looking down

Too lost to look above

Notice rainbows, clouds, and sun,

To notice any love.

So kept to task and worry

That joys just creep away.

Perhaps a time they’ll savor

Should they return another day.

I see such children starving

While temples lined with gold

Compel the faithful sacrifice—

Are souls then bought and sold?

Leaders so entrusted to

Protect our passage here

Contrive their wealth and power while

Constructing worlds of fear.

And that is why I stole the blue,

I so needed you to see

That peace and love will rise again,

And it will start with me!”

He confessed His short of words

Admiring her confession.

Permitting her to keep the blue

He’d understood the lesson.

He then admitted simpler task

To paint the skies again;

Than to drive the greed, self-serving

From the hearts of men.

He then extended thanks to her,

Confirmed He would assist

By changing other children’s eyes,

Her forehead then, He kissed.

“Perhaps it’s not a soldier

Or an intellect that leads.

Perhaps it’s not just human flesh

That’s solely prone to bleed.

Perhaps it’s minor defect in

A plan I so instilled—

But the cure is also the disease

In the form of human will.