In our everyday busy lives,
we take for granted the miracles we have received
Our perception of simple black and white,
Is a combination yet to be perceived

A wish to see the full spectrum of color,
every shade, hue and textured grain
Nature’s rainbow painted in space,
with our embedded beliefs it can be quite a strain

A blind man tried to tell me one day,
having vision was the Devil’s blight
For with having the eyes to see,
our first impressions are always governed by sight

Being blind to ignorance is a choice made by so few,
We all need to be able to love one another
The time of ultimate judgment will arrive,
Tears of blood will flow from the Universe, our Mother.

Nick Sym