When My Palette is Empty
I wish for songbirds
to sing joyful songs
around your dwelling
when I carry
heavy tunes.
I wish for rainbows
to appear before you
at the wave of my hand
when my palette is empty
and my brushes too dry
to paint them on your sky.
I wish for the winds
to lift you from the ground
at my command
when I’m not strong enough
to lighten the pains
that come around.
And when things are bleak
and my words too weak
to make you smile,
I pray that my hand
in yours
is enough to remind you
life is still worthwhile.
For I will not stop
hanging little lights up
above your head
to let you know
I am with you
though they may flicker
in hard times ahead.
My love will linger
far longer
after darkness has fled.
When My Palette is Empty
April 26, 2022