Mmm, Black!

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Emerged from the void and yet without form. A thought came, that said, "let there be" and I was born. That thought gave shaped to a vessel yet unknown, with potentiality from a FATHER fully grown. Who sits on a throne, where HE sits high and looks low. He shapes and prunes from substance that's opulent and complete. That HE supplies daily and oversees with legions of angels at HIS fee

HE took from HIS substances and painted this world. Painted my eyes and my hair a glorious color of black. Said to me, patient my son, once finished there be no lack. He took that black and filled some browns. While HE fashioned me HE said don't look down, for I'm your FATHER and I may use a lot of browns.i

My skin in the summer goes a deep golden brown, when kissed by the sun you will even get some red. From the native parts of me that may now be dead. Dead in the ashes all colored with grays. Colored and stained that shed light on colors, that have yet remained.

I walked around on yellow feet turned black and blistered, with my focus on nature that revealed a plethora of colors. She showed greens, purples, white and blues, that all came from the black that relaxed into these hues.

At a certain age I laid in tall grass, learning it was my only escape from a father here on Earth who got healing seemingly from beating As.....pirations down to the last. He being beat, I hear, until black and blue, had not grown into the man I needed he to . But while I laid in that grass I could sense the work to show a garden cleaned and weeded.

From that point forward FATHER said I am not yet finished, but turned over HIS brush and the colors you'll choose, has not one limit.

As a child with his mother turning over to him his wardrobe choices, he can still hear his mother in those stearn and frustrated voices, she tell him, not more black. For in black their generation was conditioned about black. It was bad, in was evil it had an opulent lack. But for me, laying in that that grass so green, looking up into a sky so blue, seeing palettes of many colors. I saw brown spiders, dandelions, golden bees, blue and red birds. Sometimes back in those days people passed by with tie-dyed colors of teals, magentas and periwinkle blue, I keep silent as the void which out of it emerged mmm, black.

Somehow it soothed me from the red that had so often saw me charge, in it I could release it all to who really was in cha.