The change in me
when in Christ I believe
should be as noticeable as when
I dye my hair Love Apple Red
The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write a poem about hair, using it as a metaphor or as the topic of the piece. At first nothing came to mind and I had decided to skip the prompt. But then this morning I remembered this post that I wrote some time ago about hair and decided to reduce the gist of that long post to a short poem.