Discovering my delight

Crimson, orange, yellow, blue — it has an ever-changing hue. 

Like an intricate canvas, detailed varieties danced and flew 

Till the storm raged like a bull, and so they withdrew. 

Now, the morose rain permeates the air and the winds wail in despair. 

Nostril chapped and cheeks slapped by its harsh blows,

I lay within the dewy meadow, eyes on the sky to overlook my sorrows.  

All of a sudden, I’m shuttering at that imposing mountain that withholds the gem.   

I suppose that is how Jack felt wanting up that daunting stem. 

Angels with these penalizing trumpets, wolves on the prepared, and the faint warmth from the hearth under.  

The trumpets blare. The wolves shut in. The flames develop. 

Is that this actually what I have to endure?

No, I refuse. It can’t be true. If He loves some, He loves all.  

The clouds half and light-weight shines via. Love is aware of no bounds and isn’t any fault.