The world is.
The colours are in his shirt.
If the world will accept this small act of kindness.
My world can be when I am without judgement and greed.
I can choose to be,
Without letting the world choose for me.
I feel when the world doesn’t feel so big.
I feel when take turns into give.
In a way,
Travels from place to place,
Turning away from the world’s haste.
Turning away from wounded voices,
Who only know the perils of living,
Who yet know none of the love from forgiving.
Saves those from their own demons,
Filling their lives with purpose and reason.
Is a choice you would rejoice!
Exposes all that shines from within,
While sparing some light to those near,
Who’s view can be dim.
Fills my life with so much love I never knew I needed.
Yet here it is!
With an open hand waiting for a grasp,
Of great energy and warmth,
That should be heeded at last.
If Bright is a way to be,
I would rather be Bright,
To show all the colours I can see.