A Canvas

Suppose we are a canvas, just empty white and bare
And things that we experience are brush strokes here & there
Thoughts with vibrant color, our actions fill each part
We cannot choose the picture for it's painted with our heart

And as the emptiness is filled, and each shade finds it's place
It begins to tell a story that can never be erased
Shades we make with laughter, hues to show our dreams
Pieces of forgiveness, are they hidden in the scheme?

Those certain imperfections, some darkness spread about
Brightness for the faith and hope, but subtle shades of doubt
While gazing at your colors will they know your heart was pure?
Does compassion clearly have its place, is hatefulness obscure?

And when our time is over and our lives are on display
The painting is now finished and the pallet's put away
Let them see a portrait, and leave no doubt thereof
You took an empty canvas and you painted it with love

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