Threads of Truth Remnants sealed within a jar In a rainbow colored blend… As tangled as the streets of life But ever binding in the end.
She picked up the jar of threads Concentrating on each color. Her broken heart could almost hear The words of her grandmother.
“Blue’s the color of the spirit” The old woman would reveal. “Blue can be so calming, child, Like a blue sky makes one feel.
Green is also very soothing… As relaxing as a prayer. God used green in trees and grass You can feel it anywhere.
Why, land sakes, child, I do declare I just love the color yellow. I think happiness reflects this shade When the good Lord picks your fellow.
Pink is the softest shade of love It’s got that special gloss Jesus loved the world so much He laid His love upon a Cross .
Now, then, orange is real fiery… Like an apricot staged sun. It speaks warmth, light, and comfort… It’s a trinity in one.
I just love the color purple! O, the creative thought it brings! Royalty framed the universe Yet we are sheltered by His wings!
The color red, her granny said, Is the most important one. It speaks about the Blood He shed… The sacrifice of God’s own Son.”
She remembered each description. The color black defined submission. Brown, like the earth, stability And purity was white’s addition.
Her grandfather's eyes filled with tears
He knew what she was feeling
That jar held more than bits of thread
It contained a type of healing
She put down the jar of threads Threw a kiss up Heaven’s way. Then whispered to her grandpa, "These threads of truth have much to say."
Doris Jacobs-Covington June 8, 2012
Dedicated to Rhonda
Behold, when we come into the land, you shall tie this scarlet cord in the window through which you let us down, and you shall gather into your house your father and mother, your brothers, and all your father's household.. Joshua 2:18
And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a three fold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12