The God in the Rose Colored Glasses

You there,

dragging your chin on the ground.


Down on your luck.

Lost your best friend.

Written on your face.

I shine.

Beam light into your shadows-

and you start to whistle.


30 thoughts on “The God in the Rose Colored Glasses

      • You are so sweet to say this…I truly only comment when things move me to speak…sometimes I wonder if I should just post whatever as a poem vs a comment. I do know that it’s so sweet to see what others think about my words and I know others might feel the same. Cheers and thank you for your encouragement πŸ˜€

      • I only started writing a couple years ago, and-it’s no small thing that the encouragement of other writers like you inspired me to keep at it. I love being able to do the same-especially when I come across a talented writer like you:) I’m so glad you’ve found, and become a part of this community-you are truly an asset to it:)

  1. A sincere thanks, dear friend. I’m struggling lately-the words just don’t want to come. But to read your comment makes me want to cry, and smile too:) xx

  2. Ah, this is a happiness god that picks humans up. That is awesome. Wish that god would visit through my window. Except I never have learned to whistle. πŸ™‚

  3. “Beam light into your shadows”

    Such a lovely sentiment. I enjoyed your gorgeous, heartwarmingly hopeful 33 words so much I read them twice (which is saying something because I’m racing to get through all the entries on this Sunday evening.)

    Excellent work, my dear friend. πŸ™‚

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