Broomsage Sunset

Prose poetry

I gathered broomsage this morning. Down where the rabbits and bunnies hide. It had grown to tremendous height. It was easy to gather for I had my tools by my side..Now I bundle it together and do as God commands...To make a broomsage paintbrush to paint the evening sky..Just as the sun is setting I can sweep across the sky the colors that he has provided in buckets by my side..There are five buckets of colors different everyone... no..there are two yellow for he knew I favored this one at the setting of the sun..With this beautiful yellow I can paint yellow and yellow-orange..It will seem the sky is happy and cheer everyone...That will be a glorious sunset those colors alone..When I opened the containers they were dry..dry as a potsherd...Now the sky won't contain the yellow... so I opened the three that are left...I have only three choices....Opening everyone..The first is Cobalt Blue that is dark and cold not warm like the yellow or the yellow-orange...It matched the tears that are flowing from my saddened eyes...Opening another there was Burgundy-red to my surprise...It matched my bleeding heart which oozed from the pain that's in the world..This makes my tears come down like flooding rain...I have to stop for awhile...Then I open the last bucket which held only white.. icy cold like new fallen snow...How could I paint a sunset with only Cobalt, Burgundy, and White against a sky-blue sky..God showed me what to do for in my Spirit He said..dip your broomsage paintbrush into the Cobalt blue and then in white fling an arch across the sky add then some burgundy and in a clamshell design as if it is the rays of the sun...With these colors let the world feel the tears and the drips of a bleeding heart...For My Heart is Bleeding for the world that is torn apart...