“Speak to the people of Israel, and tell them to make tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and to put a cord of blue on the tassel of each corner.” Number 15:38

Hallowed hands stitch the silken thread
Quietly the master weaver repairs the broken blue 
His indigo promise now hidden by the lure of the deceit tree 
The glamoured fruit clouds vision to see his majestic indigo 
that hugs the thin line in the genesis sign

Jewelled indigo sullied with dirt-stained hearts cheapen the blue
Purity less dignified, masked filters hide the truth of who, we have become
We contaminate the sapphire treasure purposed with care 
so lovingly seeded deep within 

The solitary tree stands sentinel, rooted in its own strength
The wood bends in honour from the burden of the one he carries
Upon his limbs, bloodied see-through palms sew the mercy stitch
The needle nails rust from bloody salted tears he weeps for his tarnished blue 
formed in him, through him, for him 

Lapis cries out for the gild of the Lamb
The broken host bleats in compassion for his treasure 
The veiled gold vein reflects the bloodied blue 
spilled from the lance we shield

Hardened hearts thirst for the glory 
to heal the exposed blue
The blue blood sovereign king humbly offers cura 
through the blood of the lamb 

CURA! CURA! CURA!

Imago Dei, now shattered glass 
mirrors who he formed from the dirt 
His image bearers hammer the healing hands deep into the humility tree
carving both the limb and He, who mends our fractured clay hands
Bloodied fists smooth the weaponed shards with fired gold 
Holy blue stained palms absorb and heal his splattered indigo

HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!

In brokenness, we still

High above the rooted tree, redemption carefully lingers in his rise 
The canopied sky reflects the resurrected glory 
now pregnant with the rich indigo 
that drips down as rained dew 
magnifying the dust from which we came

The risen heart overflows and bursts open 
with the sacred indigo blood restoring both sky and sea
a mirrored reflection of the blue we were created to be
Azure blows his kiss from high as the few kneel below
And the wisdom of indigo opens vision to see anew
the purity of his blue

_{Blue: the sacred, holy colour}

“There they saw the God of Israel. Under his feet there seemed to be a surface of brilliant blue lapis lazuli, as clear as the sky itself.” Exodus 24:10

_{Cura: latin – to care – Our hearts put effort into who & what we care about. Our effort is where we find cura, our treasure.}

“For where our treasure is; there our heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21