His Favorite: Thoughts From the Back of a Motorcycle

Lord, what must Your 
Favorite color be?
I so often ponder that. 
For the wonderful world
You have made for mankind
Is a most exquisite habitat. 

Is your favorite color, cornflower blue,
Like the lovely fall skies above
Or the blue of the deep, dark
Ocean at noon, 
Or the pale eyes of the children you love?

Could your favorite color be 
The mid-summer green,
Of the mountains all covered in trees,
Or the deep, dark shadows cast in Fall,
When the colors change in the leaves?

Is pink the color that
Captured your heart, 
Like the horizon 
At the close of day,
Like the tiny flowers that 
Blanket the fields,
Where the breeze blows
And the butterflies play?

No matter the color,
That pleases you most, 
I am thankful for one and for all.
For Your radiant glory
Is abundantly seen,
Throughout this diversely, beautiful
Celestial ball!

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020