Colour.

There is something about colour that makes me seen. The shouts of yellow that create an illusion of mellow. The boldness of red that hides my dread. The fragility of white that creates a chimera of being pure. The drama of pink that swallows my need for a shrink. The silence of blue that drowns the noise inside. There’s something about colour that makes me remember the rainbow— the most colourful of them all, yet she hides nothing and bares a beautiful glow. A glow of the Promise Keeper. A glow of the Restorer. A glow of the Redeemer. There is something about colour that points me to the One who holds my hope.