Colourful

Streams of colour.

Awash with colour.

Splashed with colour.

Coated with colour.

Clothed with colour.

Awash with colour.

Bathed in colour.

Mantled with colour.

Braided with colour.

Differentiated by colour.

Covered with colour.

There is something in the colour.

A mix of colour.

A mixture of colours.

A stream of colour.

A waterfall of many colours.

When you come up close you see one colour, yet from afar you see many distinct streams of colours.

Place your hand in the stream and what do you find?

A distinct colour comes forth on the right with another on the left.

And as it falls upon.

And as it rains upon.

And as it flows upon.

You go looking for what drains you.

The holes in your wholeness.

And what is it you find?

Pools of different colours.

Sink your fingers into it.

Go digging for it.

And what do you find?

Bright colours, special colours. Pigments of colour.

Are these not the colours of this land, the land of promise?

For you see it now don’t you?

A giant paintbrush in your hand, painting on the canvas of the earth, bringing life to it.

For I see you picking at the holes, pouring over the holes, and the things that have drained you, yet these are the things that have formed you.

What pulls at you is drawn from you.

What drains from you, calls you by name.

Yet it pours from your pores when you pause.

For what I have placed in you shall flow from you.

Yet it is your destiny to possess the promise, to unveil the promise, to wear the promise, to inhabit the promise, to be awash with the promise, to wear the mantle of the promise, to represent the promise, to wear out the promise, to fulfil the promise, to bring fullness to the promise.

For the enemy has tried to convince you to apologise for the delay.

Yet the time is mine, I am the maker of the time, and when the time is right the flower blossoms, the full colour is placed on display.

For he knows what lies beneath, and tries to stop you and convince you to stay covered.

Yet I have called you out into the open.

For the time of the blossoming is here.

For what I have placed within shall be displayed without.