If God is Love (as the Bible says)
and Love is Blue (as the song says)
then the law of transitivity leads me to
at least consider the possibility that
God is Blue (as I’ve long hunched).
So much charming comes in blue—
blue jeans, blueberries, blue skies
smiling at me, she wore blue velvet,
blue birds, blue cheese, blue moon
(both the orb and the ale), big-hearted
blue whales in the big blue sea. See?
Of course there are kryptonitic blues
that can bring one to one’s knees. But
don’t forget those blues that anchor us
to our senses, the sadnesses that hurt
so good reminding us that we are here
and alive and although not yet that yes
all shall dawn well one bright blue morn.