MOSAIC Each of my days is a tile:
A bit of blue for Irish eyes
A bit of bronze in a tanned face
Pink for the touch of a baby's hand
Green of the grass and gold of the sun
The pattern forms in lines on the tiles:
A hand reaching out to grasp mine
A cheek leaning forward for a kiss
A shoulder curved to support my face
An arm extended around my waist
Everything together in all of my days:
Colors, images, lines, and curves
Courage, trust, and faith the themes
Love is the message imprinted there
Forming, becoming the face of God.
