The Color of Hate

We have so much color all around us so much beauty to fill our senses everything we see and touch and taste in the songs we hear in the scent of lovers mingled in everything we've been given there is a rainbow around us. A multitude of shades and hues from the bright of light to the richest deep dark to the red of blood the essence of all life coursing through the flesh in which we live. Red the color of life. But hate has no color it is void and blank lashing out in its blindness not caring at who it strikes or what it takes. The smell of hate is rank and vile. It leaves a bitter taste on the tongues of all who it touches. It feeds on our minds breeds in our hearts makes us spill precious blood planting its seed wherever it goes soiling everything in its path and fouling the air with its stink. The color of hate is death but the color of love is a rainbow. Love binds us together. Unites us. A tightly knit prism of many hues blended each one of us given a choice. We can sow love into all we do into every life we touch and into all that we say or we can hate. I choose rainbows.