you are a yellow God,
I say this because of the
sunshine you bring
when the world around me is turning
black like the death of night
or red like swallowed up anger
or blue like emptiness after despair.
your joy swells up like a balloon inside me,
and I feel my soul rise to where you are.
you bloom like a sunflower in a field,
growing taller than all of the weeds
that try to choke you out.
but you shine anyways Lord
because you highlight your goodness in everything
especially in stories of people like me.