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probably continued to go with In this Issue I have often felt a motion of them for the donuts at coffee love to leave some hints in hour. . Seeing the Light writing of my experience of . Experiencing God’s Voice The Sunday it all changed was the Goodness of God.” . Light Within, Light John Woolman the Palm Sunday I was ten and it was our first visit to an Without, Light all Episcopal Church. It was early Around Seeing the Light spring in Portland, Maine. It was . Questioning My Way to When I was quite young, I asked still cold, there was still snow on the Light my Mother if I could go to the ground and it had been . The Light in the Church. months since I had seen fresh Darkness flowers. We sat down in a pew . Seeing the Light Within She said,” Sure, if you can find a close to the front. Pots of Darkness ride.” daffodils had been arranged . Untitled This was the beginning of my along the altar, crowding around . I Didn’t See Fairies When spiritual hitchhiking. My next the Baptismal Font that looked I Was Young door neighbors accommodated to me like a large, golden, . My Friend Jesus nesting bird. I looked up to large me, the wayward child of liberal . Untitled stained glass windows rising up agnostics; where they went, so . from the altar in front of us. The Life: More than we think went I. The first Church was . The Color of God Congregational with a boring sun broke through the clouds . Sunday School. Every week I just then and the light poured The Light through the window directly was given the same picture of Baptismal Font gleamed. The onto the bank of daffodils. The Jesus on a card or bookmark. I light was golden and bright and I saw it. I really, really saw it MINDING THE LIGHT is a bimonthly collection of stories from the lives of members and attenders of West Hills Friends, a Quaker right through my eyes, all the meeting in Portland, Oregon. Among Quakers, “minding the Light” way down to my toes. I felt it all means noticing, listening for and paying heed to the voice of our warm and bright inside me and Teacher. it lasted a long time. Early Quakers kept journals about their relationship with God to In my late teens I was baptized share with the community. A well-known example is John in a river by a Catholic priest Woolman’s journal, which has been continually in print for more and an Episcopal priest. That than 200 years. Quakers believe that the Light of Christ is in was an important day but the everyone and that God speaks to everyone, giving us all stories to day I first remember believing tell. We hope to carry on the tradition of sharing stories about was that Palm Sunday. Actually, minding the Light by publishing them for our community and making them available to others on the web. I didn’t just believe, I knew: God is beautiful and warm and Each issue is organized around a query about minding the Light. so surprising. Our writers speak from their own experience, not going beyond the measure of Light they’ve been given. We hope these stories will I live now in the other Portland. transform our way of seeing God and each other and that they will The one in the North West bring comfort to those who seek news of God’s presence in the where the snow never lasts long world. and the daffodils bloom in

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March. They still speak to me On my lips he put a new song, a came in from outdoors and every year. They remind me of song of praise to our God.” enticed me to go see. my conversion experience. Moreover, as I try to under- Conversion into, what seemed to Out in the garden, light gathered stand the “He” who bent down my 10 year old self, the heart of around the ordinary gray to me that night, I have yet to magic. squirrels. It settled in the brushy come with a better answer than --- Peg Edera ends of their fur, the nearly the Word Made Flesh, the invisible guard hairs, lit silver Present Teacher, this man Jesus around the fuzzy edges. Light whose life story is told in the everywhere: gold, silver, violet, Experiencing God’s Voice gospels. I followed His word pale yellow, amber, red-orange. A little more than 20 years ago, because, like one of the sheep in Holy sunrise and Holy sunset. after spending all of my adult the story of the Good Shepherd, Held up to noonday sun, my life trying to live the best way I I recognized His voice that hand revealed red-pink light could without letting God into night. Why I recognized, and glowing. Big sister told me I was my life, things were a real mess still recognize, this voice is seeing my blood underneath my for me. I was hurting the people sometimes a mystery to me, but skin. There was light shining I loved the most. One night it all this much I know is true – through me. What a thrill to be came crashing down, and I cried because I’ve experienced it! part of the whole lit world! out to God, telling Him that I --- Greg Morgan wanted to turn my life around, Everywhere I went I could carry

but I didn’t know how. this light. Some grownup people Expecting my pathetic cry to Light Brigade* had more light; it flowed over, simply echo in the void, I like honey. These people were instead received an Sally Gillette, Editor easiest to love, and had more unmistakable reply: “I am here, Margaret Kellermann, Clerk patience with children. Others and have always been here. I Mike Huber, Recording Clerk seldom showed light, except love you, and want you to be Cindy Stadel, Copy Manager when they laughed. healed. If you follow me, I will Carol Bosworth lead you to a better place.” Mica Coffin When people laughed Peg Edera delightedly, they launched My inner intellectual agnostic Pat Matthews comets, and stars. Laughter was was simply overwhelmed by Julie Peyton so like the glow around the this mystical experience, and I [email protected] squirrels’ guard-hairs. Everyone could find no answers to explain had to laugh sometimes, because *Active members of Story Committee this experience. Moreover, this people were fuzzy at the edges, voice kept its promise far too. Laughter in the cracked- beyond my wildest dreams, and Light Within, Light Without, open moment of helpless has continued to do so for the Light all Around messiness.... past 20 years. As I look back at Words were new to me and God it now, I can’t describe my I loved a good mess. Every day I had no name. Light woke me up experience any better than is rescued snails and caterpillars. in the morning, and during nap already expressed in Psalm 40. Snails, you see, leave their light time, the dust motes floated in shimmery silver trails. A “He bent down to me and listened down a great pyramid of light, a caterpillar carried the story to my cry. host of ballerina fairies. In the she’d soon be a butterfly as kindly face of the moon, light He raised me out of the miry pit, bright as a halo. To hold her was followed me home from the out of the mud and clay; an astonishing privilege: to movies, where light had danced know a resurrection before ever He set my feet on rock and gave me stories onto the screen. Light knowing Jesus. a firm footing.

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The intricate perfection of committing themselves to a could I choose an insubstantial Creation, the depth of light in body of information, then what image over the truth of my own created things, made me want to are they doing? Finally, I came experience? create, to delight others. The to realize that faith was a matter creatures, the plants, the stones, of relationship for them. These Looking back, I don’t think this even the dust motes reflected the people were Friends of Jesus. was my first encounter with Light Within, Without, and All Friendship isn’t a collection of God. But this was the first time I Around - The Light that lived in statistics and evidence. had a name for the experience. I me and everyone. Friendship is a bond of love. was drawn into the Light. I was --- Claire Germain Nail becoming a Friend. I was in a Quaker meeting house --- Mike Huber on Easter morning, 1982. Upstairs and down the hall, Questioning My Way people were gathered for The Light in the Darkness to the Light worship. I wasn’t with them. I was 5 years old, and I didn’t When I was 18, I had a list of After helping with breakfast that understand that my mother was questions. Although they seem day, I developed a headache. I dying. I did know that a little silly to me now, these decided to lie down in distant something scary was hiding in questions routinely provoked a corner of the building. In that our house, and I was afraid of passionate response from the quiet space, I was surprised to things I hadn’t minded before, self-identified Christians at my find myself in God’s presence. like the swans on the bathroom high school. How did the sons Apparently, it was God’s turn to curtains and the gaping black of Adam and Eve find wives? ask me a question: “Are you hole of the closet doorway at How could a wooden boat (built going to admit that you know night. I was so frightened that with bronze-age tools) sustain me?” my mother took the swans away two of every creature on the I knew it was true. Even though at bath time and closed the planet? Could God make a rock my questions were unanswered, closet curtain at bedtime. that is too heavy for God to lift? I knew I was in the presence of Time and time again, I God. I had been drawn into On this night, I work up thirsty. encountered Christians who felt Friendship. The question was, I started to call for my mother compelled to answer these “Are you going to admit that and froze. The closet curtain questions, and to defend their you know me?” was open again, the black hole answers with a vigor matched exposed. They had gotten into only by their disregard for logic. I hesitated. I still wanted to see my room and would grab me if I myself as an outsider. I enjoyed called for my mother or tried to At the time, I concluded that asking hard questions. If I run to her. My mouth went dry having “answers” must be at the admitted to a relationship with from thirst and terror, and I heart of religion. All the God, would I lose some part of pulled my blanket over my head religious people I knew seemed myself? God was kind enough to hide. I lay still, heart to have answers in abundance. to reassure me: “You can still ask thudding. Then I met a group of Quakers. hard questions. Just do it from Instead of answering every inside our relationship.” And then the darkness was question, these Quakers kept gone. Light was everywhere. I saying, “That’s a good question. Still, I hesitated. And then, I felt peeked out and saw the Light I don’t know the answer to God’s challenge: “What’s more coming from a beautiful man that.” It blew my mind. important to you? The image of sitting beside my bed. The Light yourself as ‘outsider?’ Or the around him felt like love, I found myself asking a new set truth of my presence with you?” comforting and safe. He said, of questions. If not “answers,” Over the years, I’ve learned that “Don’t be afraid, I’ll stay with then what do these Quakers God is remarkably good at this you,” and I fell asleep. possess? If they’re not sort of clarifying question. How © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

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The next night as my mother When they’re told, their value then we are face to face with helped me dress for bed, I said, multiplies as others are blessed nothingness, or as I shape it with “I hope that nice man comes and new facets are illuminated. my words, “No-Thing-Ness”. back tonight.” I remember her God Stories can grow and return And there is God, at the Center, hands gripping my shoulders as to the storyteller so filled with or Bottom, or Core of she asked questions. I don’t Light that they are pillars of fire everything—and it is awesome remember my answers, but to light the way. to feel the wash of Love from suddenly her hands relaxed and --- Sally Gillette that “place” and that “Being”, she was crying and smiling and and to be touched by God out of hugging me. Later, as I lay in the center of Nothing/Every- bed listening to her talk on the Seeing the Light thing. That kind of Love strips phone, I heard her say, “Sally Within Darkness me bare – but God gives each of saw Jesus!” And my heart said When did I first know the Light, us more Love than we know YES. as in the Light, or Presence, of how to grasp. Thanks Be! --- Name Withheld The memory of this experience God? Though I’ve been Quaker has been a Light in my darkness all my life, it took until I was ever since. It has shaped my life over 50 years old to understand Untitled and my understanding of God. that my inability to see – or my Without it, I doubt I’d be at West unknowing of God as – the Light It was terrifying. I was 12 years Hills or any other church. was not due to my living in evil old. In the mountains above darkness or in some fold of the Death Valley, walking back to And now, as I write, I realize Heavens that excluded me from the campsite with my sisters I that this story is not just about all those others who were able to experienced a sudden, me being comforted by Jesus. experience the Light of God. involuntary shift of It’s also about a dying mother Instead, it is just the way given consciousness, as if everything who is comforted when she to me, by God I believe now, to in my life up to that point had discovers a priceless story that know God’s Presence in a huge been a languid dream and then could have been lost. As her vast Darkness where nothing is. instantaneously, I was thrust small daughter answers her I was able to experience God into the unbearable realness of questions, the mother recognizes “there” only after I learned to the present moment. I tried to the Light, and her sadness turns trust it, through my Quaker tell my parents but all I could to joy. She hears a promise in teachers, particularly Bill Taber, think to say was “I feel strange.” Jesus’ words that lifts a great at Pendle Hill (a Center for burden from her heart: “I will spiritual growth and learning For years the experience returned to me in waves. In stay with her.” The mother run by Quakers in Eastern renames the story and gives it Pennsylvania.) Only after I college I sought help from counseling services. An back to her daughter, salted with learned to allow myself to rest in existentialist told me I would joyful tears that affirm its and be held in the Darkness, and just have to accept the way meaning. After the mother dies, once I could trust that things are. A Freudian told me I the story that lights her experience, then I began to be should have more sex. One daughter’s path is wrapped in aware, deep in the core of that autumn afternoon in 1967 I had precious memories of the Dark Reality, that God was my first of many sessions with a mother. there, that God was aware of me, sweet, gentle psychologist and that His/Her Love was God Stories are like seeds that immense, present, open, and named Royce Jones, who, upon sprout up and yield fruit after hearing my story, said, “I think very real. Think of it as some lying dormant for years. And mystics have written: once we your crisis is a spiritual one,” they’re like the talents in Jesus’ and gave me a of a book called let go of our conceptions of what parable. When they’re hidden God is, let go of every scrap of This is It by Alan Watts. within, their value is frozen. story and image and knowing, © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

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Thus began the journey that But the path was not in vain. is like asking when I first would take me through Zen, The truths I learned were truths, recognized that sun is warm. I Yoga, Sufism, Gurdjieff and regardless of whatever neuro- always knew it, but maybe I Rudolf Steiner, mystical chemical incentive impelled me forgot it for a while only to Christianity, etc. I was not to learn them. The implications relearn it again in a new way. looking for systems of theology. and insights are astounding. Just My path back started in the I wanted road signs, dances and one: in order to function, the same place as those earliest songs, electrically-charged ideas, brain requires a rhythm so memories, under the giant blue transcendent experiences, complex that our conventional sky. My early experiences in the anything that would pacify the perspective can only see it as woods and fields had laid a great uneasiness always waiting chaos. The same is true of the foundation for an interest in in the wings. I found some hard- universe, which means that natural science that I pursued earned peace. When the terror through our consciousness we through high school and college. approached I began to learn to are linked with the entire I remember coming home from welcome it as an old friend, here cosmos. That is so incredibly 11th grade biology class, going to guide me a little further along cool. And that is just the to my favorite wooded canyon, the path. beginning.… and experiencing deep awe over --- Jim Nail the xylem and phloem system in On midnight, May 15, 2009, I an fir tree - it was transporting felt the Old Friend approach. I gallons of water dozens of feet got out of bed to greet him. The I Didn’t See Fairies with nothing more than water next thing I remember I was When I Was Young tension, evaporation and magic. riding in an ambulance on the I laid down on the forest floor I didn't see fairies when I was way to the hospital. Several and looked up at those trees, the little, I had to learn to see them EEGs later, I had my diagnosis. wonderment of nature washing after I was grown. As a child I Epilepsy. I probably had it all over me like a wave. I didn't see played in redwood groves and my life. Cells in a small cluster fairies that day, but I was mudflats, feeling the pulsing life of my left temporal lobe are beginning to feel them again. in the land. My friends and I pulsating to a rhythm far simpler than the rich, complex pretended to be raccoons, patterns of activity required for pioneers and alligators in oak Mail? Email? Both? “normal” consciousness. Every groves, meadows and creeks. now and then the nearby cells We were as close to the grass . You will receive future pick up the beat and move to it. and sky as snakes and gulls. I issues of Minding the Light If enough cells start dancing, I didn't need fairies to know the by U.S. mail unless you experience the psychic living presences of the earth. notify us. disturbance that set me out on . If you prefer to be notified the spiritual path. If the entire There comes a time, though, by email when we publish a brain catches on I go into a full when we separate from that new issue, we can do that. grand mal seizure. wholeness. We fall, we wake up, . Or if want to receive an we walk through a doorway we email AND the print The medication, Keppra, has no didn't even know was there. We edition, we can do that. discernable side effects and for become aware of our Self and . Email your requests and the past 2 years there has been our Self's desires, needs and questions to: almost no return of the ghosts fears. I still walked in dark that haunted me for over fifty forests and open fields but I was [email protected] years. When the occasional blip thinking about little sisters, crosses the screen I can easily algebra and boys. I saw the . Find this issue online at: reason with it. Oh, that’s just my flowers and clouds, but I didn't epilepsy acting up. It’s under SEE them any longer. Asking www.mindingthelight.org control. when I first recognized the light © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

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These days I do see fairies and I adamant. That was the first time Christian,” I repeated, softer, feel the presence of the light all I stopped talking about Jesus. slower, “and I have been going around me, all the time. My to a church that I really like.” intellect and scientific mind is Later, when I asked my father if “Christian?!? Like born- still a major gateway to I could go to church, he paused again?!?” Exclamations. “No, recognizing the Ultimate and then said that he would no, just plain Christian.” Mystery but I have found other drive me and he would Reassurances. And then my gateways, too. I can feel the light introduce me to the pastor, but four year old niece asked: in people and trees when I think he would wait in the car during “What’s a Christian?” about the biological miracles worship. I liked the gilt and they represent, but I can also see color of the Catholics; I loved the And that is the question that I that light when I suspend, or congregations that sang with have been struggling with ever balance my scientific mind with their whole bodies and the since. What is a Christian? How other forms of perceiving and Lutherans had donuts. But in all can I be so certain that I am a thinking. A childlike, beginners of my explorations, I didn't find Christian and yet be unable to mind and a rich diet of beautiful Jesus. He was there, other define it satisfactorily to myself stories have opened my heart people were celebrating him, but or to others? Why am I unable and my eyes, again, to the I couldn't see him, couldn't feel to fully defend it to people dancing forms of the divine all him and it made me think that I experiencing the strong negative around me. didn't belong. Years of emotions Christianity can ---Alyss Broderick experience reinforced this evoke? Why am I unable to thought and I became absolutely speak the words that would certain: I was not a Christian. allow others understand my personal truth? But even as I My Friend, Jesus Years passed and I eventually struggle, I rest in gentle hands became a Universalist Quaker, and know this: when it is just the When asked of my religious attending an unprogrammed background, I often say I was two of us, I don’t need words. meeting. At some point Jesus --- Summer L. Cox raised by a pack of atheists. I do began to sit with me in the this to distract people, to divert silence. By this time, though, attention away. I speak of my Jesus rode with me in the car When Did You First step-parents, who were raised as and walked pace with my cart at Recognize the Light? Catholics and hold residual the grocery store, too. He had anger from being forced to wear somehow become a very Is this a trick question? There dogma that didn’t fit. I mention PRESENT presence. He was a should be a chronologically my father, who says that he has dear friend, a near constant straightforward response here, heard brilliant people argue both companion, but I never spoke of right? for and against the existence of him. I was embarrassed. My God and that both sides sound It might have been the time the love for Jesus embarrassed me. seven year old me, seething convincing. These tidbits lead to And when someone asked me if conversations about spirituality from the clearly oppressive I were Christian, I would deny wrath of parental domination, and religion but allow me to it. But Jesus kept beside me, keep my heart secret. ran out into the woods behind speaking the truth: in denying our house. Seeking any kindred When I was seven, Jesus came to my Christianity, I was turning spirit to pour out my woes, I me. His smile filled me with this from the light. was drawn to a solitary young incredible sense of peace, safety Over a family dinner, twenty conifer surrounded by the oak- and courage; he filled me with three years after meeting Jesus, I beech-maple forest. Under that God’s light. When I shared this burst out: “IMACHRISTIAN” canopy I found shelter, solace, I wonderful news with my and everyone froze. “What?” felt accompanied. Was that the mother, her response was my step-father asked. “I am a Light? immediate, negative and © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

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But then there was also the time fidelity to intuition and inner been so worried about you! You when I was about twelve. On a guidance. are still sick--and now you’re hike in the Colorado Rockies, I going outside?” She was good looked down at the made-in- As this call and response at both guilt and anger. I still China pendant of Jesus around continues to illuminate my blind felt awful and certainly had not my neck and noticed a heart understanding of the Light, I been out of bed! Even at five, I etched there, glowing. The child come to recognize the divine already knew not to argue with in me still suspects the heart was Presence showing up in her. burned in precisely at that unexpected time and place. moment of kindling of divine Marco! What I learned is that life is ---Jen love. The adult who knows more than what we think: we better blames the whole event on are not just our bodies. I became the hot sun. intrigued with how different Life: More Than We Think things are from a new angle, Surely it had to have been no An experience at age five left me even things so familiar as my later than my first year in with a very clear understanding house or favorite tree. And I college. I remember how it felt about life and the universe. At was left full of wonder and awe, to act from a place of alignment the time I was very sick and full of more questions than with conscience, "speaking truth ached so much it hurt to move. answers, and very curious about to power," while engaged in Because of the polio epidemic the world, about what we see street theater with Plowshares my mother was really worried and what is possible. Perhaps activists on the plaza in front of and a doctor actually came to nothing is only what it seems. the Pentagon. Or maybe it was our house. I remember my --- Pat M. in Atlanta, serving corn grits at mother crying when he told her 6am to day laborers, enraged at that I did not have polio. I the criminalization of remember that illness as The Color of God homelessness and race. There I different because I felt so sick learned the dance of responding and also because normal sounds Growing up, art was something to anger, tears, laughter and were sometimes very loud and I was clearly bad at. It wasn’t vulnerability of people existing other times quite distant. And at just the way that the art teachers on the fringes with both love some point I found myself flying pointedly ignored my work, or and a thick skin. around in our neighborhood. It my close to failing grades. It was the lost feeling I Truth is, sometimes I feel like was so amazing to be up in the air: I looked down on the experienced in art class. In I’m still trying to pin down a writing, English, algebra or even rather elusive, Trickster-like rooftops of nearby homes so familiar to me; I saw the trees public speaking classes, I knew Light and begging it to hold still. what was required and it came Just when I've thought I have the from above and looked down into the backyards. I was quite naturally to me. With art, I Light figured out, and where it's didn’t understand what I was leading me neatly defined, it surprised to see that a couple down the street had a shiny new supposed to be doing, never shifts, eluding my mental grasp mind how to do it. I was so in a game of cosmic Marco Polo. car. The flying was a wonderful experience but at the time did afraid to fail, and reveal my Over here, the Light as a flicker not seem extraordinary; it was unworthiness, that I just of communion with non-human just something that happened. accepted that I was bad at art life. There, as the flame of God’s When I told my mother about and avoided it. love. Front and center, as the new car she said I was When I was 29, I was critically mutually woven liberation for dreaming. But awhile later, she injured in a car accident. The myself and others around the returned and was furious. “The doctors didn’t expect me to live world. Emerging from within as neighbors do have a new car! and lost me twice during the Why were you outside? I’ve first operation. Whether it was © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

: CHAPTER 1, PAGE 8 coming so close to death or just is he coral, Invitation re-examining life, something in when meditating, Will you share your story, art or the experience caused me to take does he become music for our next issue? chances, to risk life, to refuse to a dusky rose? play it safe. As I like to think of When God’s working, The query for our net issue is, it, I decided to live life out loud. is she shining “When was your longing for God’s So I took a painting class. with emerald coolness, presence unfulfilled?” and God pausing, We would love to include your In a sense, my worst fears were does she become original story, art, music, video or realized – the teacher thought I a peaceful blue? other response to this query in was terrible. She spent most of God, when blessing, our next issue. We’re particularly each class period shaking her is lavender violet, interested in submissions from head and sighing over my but when teaching, children, shut-ins, and people who incompetence. But I found that I does he move in don’t feel they can effectively loved it. Especially color. Color an earthtone aura, communicate their “God stories.” began to speak to me in a whole does he grieve in If you have a story but don’t feel new way. jade green hues? able to communicate it, let us I started to crave yellow. I tried When God is creating, know and we’ll send a Story Catcher to work with you. to buy all yellow clothes. I she glimmers in turquoise, wanted to eat yellow foods. I when she’s loving, Call 503.246-7654 or email bought yellow curtains and a is she bathed in [email protected] a fine golden glow? yellow bedspread. One day Deadline for next issue: 7/17/11 while having acupuncture, the God speaks to me practitioner shone yellow light in colors so brilliant. on the needles in my ears. He He heals me Publication Guidelines with colors so glowing. explained that certain colors are Stories: must be original, 500 thought to heal certain areas of Blesses me words or less, and written in the the body and that most of my with colors so gentle. first person by a member or injuries were concentrated God’s energy shines attender of West Hills Friends. around the chakra that yellow through the prism of my soul, Stories should be submitted in light worked on. I only knew offering numerous colors text format in the body of an that yellow felt very healing to with which she sustains me email addressed to: me. and I am made whole. [email protected]. --- Mica Coffin If your story needs to be edited to I found that while sitting in conform to our guidelines, one of Meeting for Worship I would see our editors will contact you. color. I loved to read Hildegard The Light of Bingen’s writings about the Art, music, other: Original greening of God. I felt that I was paintings and other art can be experiencing the Light through submitted on paper or emailed in color. It was comforting for me JPG format. Original music and videos should be submitted as to know that color was light. I links to safe websites such thought of color as God and YouTube or Vimeo. wrote this poem, exploring the relationship of God and color. Please include a title and byline with your submission. We will The Color of God withhold your name at your --- by Charles Turner request, or use initials, etc. God is yellow when he’s brilliant, See larger image at: We regret that we cannot always but when he’s resting, www.mindingthelight.org publish everything we receive. © 2011 Minding the Light www.mindingthelight.org June-July 2011

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