every morning I slip robes onto outstretched arms
white as God gave me, devoid of color,
on top of
black as people gave me, encompassing every color
I am to transcend
all meaning of colors
in my search for God
yet how can reds and yellows not blossom over my robes
and blues and greens not flourish behind my ears
as the colors of this world wash over me
in my prayers and as I sing
all fades away and I am closer
to God and to the people
each person that comes to me
is a different color
blue, orange, green, pink
and I am all of them
each person and color
lifting their prayers to God
and I am nobody
no one but a humble servant
devoid of color
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