hues of the universe

The Hues of the Universe
Time waves display an effervescent interplay of lights and words,  
The worlds mysterious conformity, whimsicality, and life continues onward,
As times happenstance swerves,
it’s way past due giving credit to the hues of the universe,
the delicate passionate love that God fills us with.
The way in which we play as humans is a gift,
it lifts our spirit’s,
a pendulum swings,
it rings on the hour,
the power of time binds us to try to accomplish mindful and meaningful endeavers,
The clock chimes and another hour goes by,
this time it brings back ecstatic plastic memories.
we see as we wish,
in bliss,
we miss the light switch which illuminates the truth.
We’re used to fairytales and wedding bells,  
and we forget the tales,  
which jail our minds,
we find a way to hide our faces,  
forget about situations and places,
which caused us to die a little inside,  
its pride,  
it’s a defense,  
it doesn’t relent,  
unless we remember the whole story,  
what we see as a terror,  
what we see as a contamination of beauty,  
must be revisited,
otherwise we will never grow toward a miraculous recovery  
from a once twisted fate  
in which happiness evades.  
We need to remember the horrible,  
the joyous,
the pleasant.  
The past shapes,  
and shades,  
our future,  
the pencil which draws it,  
is our actions  
so act on good senses.  
Keep blessings in your heart,  
and impart them,  
freely.