Days of Gray

Days of gray

have been somber.

My prayer has struggled

for a voice.

The storms rage

trying to weaken my foundation.

My tears

have become a dry river bed.

My thoughts are held

in the grip of the world,

twisted by the complacency

of a sinful nature.

Days of darkness,

days of bitter wine

and dense shadows

are not without value

when the eastern sky glows

and the Lord calls me into the light.

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