A Prayer to Blue

[hearth_tott]

I call to Blue, Blue of the deep mind and the fine hand,
Blue of art and of intellect. Clear as the sky,
clear as a bell, clear as fresh spring water, your cool hand
calms the feverish brow, forms passion into creation,
directs the eye and turns the heart toward insight
and toward spirit. You see the beauty of the world,
O Blue; you flow within us, you firm our feeling,
you take the chaos of vision, the burning of inspiration,
the twice-sharp blade of ecstasy, and grant to us
the might to grasp the transcendent, to convey
the inexplicable, to see from behind
the eyes what lies beyond the dark, beyond the real.