Newest Poem, Trying to finish my manuscript

God’s Color Pallet of Life…


Lost in exhaustion trying to find myself, somewhere.
Years of wandering, longing, and making countless mistakes.
Do we enter into this world the way that we are then, forever?
Or is it a timeless trip, looking for pieces of you?

I believe that we are not a complete work at anytime.
More, however, a mosaic made up of pieces of karma.
Some get wonderful, bright, colorful pieces in their life frame.
Others crawl through life finding only black, white and grey.

To have a life as if it was painted by numbers, almost perfect,
Very little color finds its way outside of the lines, others more abstract.
Can one find justice in asking how God comes to his decisions of canvas?
If God is our life’s artist, why are some murals for a museum? Others dusty in an attic.

With more thought I think I would rather to be black, white or grey. Neutral to all.
Seeing things for what they are, inside and out. Color is pretty, but it can mask flaws.
Maybe God isn’t saying at all that the ones with a canvas full of color are beautiful.
Instead, he may be saying that less color allows perception to come deep from the soul.

Outside of the dark, deep, red blood that flows through our body, we are a simple grey.
With all that theory said, I still wander through this life hoping to find myself.
Or the parts of myself I am yet to discover that could somehow fill in some holes.
I simply want; I need to know that I have a purpose in this world for someone.

There is no gift greater to the human soul than to be the reason someone smiles.
There is no worse pain in life than to know you disappointed someone, letting them down.
Someone who thought they saw more in you than black, white or grays, but colors.
Life is too short to not love each other, all of each other, the good and the bad.

Letting someone know that you forgive them could set them free to do great things.
Holding onto hate or distrust is bad for both souls. Hurt can become hate quickly.
As hard as it is, we have to work to bring the color out of everyone, and we must forgive.
They are not the prettiest, brightest or most popular, but white, black and grey are colors.