As the sun draws warm colours from everything it touches, and gives back life-giving food to mankind and the earth, I believe that prayer, though invisible to the human eye, is viewed as a beautiful, powerful rainbow of hope by the soul which, as it is lifted, shares its own amazing colours, adding to the brightness and warmth in the world.

The colour of sunshine
Depends on its diet;
If it drinks from the ocean,
Or a lake laying quiet,
Then it puts on bright blue,
With a sparkle of green,
And its hair sometimes gleams
With a hint of marine.

While crossing a meadow,
It bounces off flowers,
It feeds on red clover,
And sends back rose showers;
It picks up blue tips
From the bluegrass, I'm told,
And to compliment dandelions,
Dons its bright gold.

The colour of prayer
Depends on its diet;
If it drinks caring thoughts
From a soul that is quiet,
Then it puts on bright blue
As it soars high above,
And returns, dressed in gold,
As it echoes God's love.
  Edie Batstone