Black

For Creative Writing class, I'm supposed to be writing lots and lots of things. Unfortunately I have only finished one poem. I think I mostly like it, so I thought I would share it. It was an assignment we started in class; we were told to write a poem about a color. We could choose whatever color we wanted, and we could write about it however we wanted. Here is my finished product...

Black is dark and black is quite sinister--
Not often thought of well by those who minister
To victims of evil, with broken hearts.

Black describes the days that we are apart,
When I draw away from Your presence the tears start
To fall, for that's what paints me black as night.

Black coats my heart and my soul when we fight,
With my will against Yours my self blocks out the light
Of the world, who is returning so soon.

Black's existence is not merely for doom,
It is black night's sky that accentuates the moon
That reflects the light of life-giving sun.

Black sin contrasts and magnifies the One
Whose light and love were made manifest by the Son
Of God-- our Redeemer who makes us white.