When God gave us the universe
And the palette of life
As colors
He blessed us with words, rhythms, symbols
And behind all of that
He hid the key to a heart
The heart of her own
In the heart of his own
To the heart of our own
And he hid
Not as the most colorful book
But as the one
Most splendid
So magnificent
That any
Or all colors
No one
Not even himself
Could ever describe.