A well lit place

our lives are like blank canvas,

we are painted each day anew,

each stroke of failure 

each brush with pain

a life formed ,

comes into view.

 bright  the sunlit colors

mercy and grace shine thru,

 we are the highlighted hues of love and peace,

with shades, of joy and blue,

now this completed and brilliant work of art,     

in hallowed halls of forgiveness hangs,

where gratitude and compassion,

cast gleams of kindness, 

healing, this once lonely space.

onto the empty floors of the fallen,

where canvas like me await,

for the hand of truth to paint it,

into, a well lit place.

Inspired by Lamentations 3:22;23