gray: a color between white and black; having a neutral hue; dark, dismal, gloomy; indeterminate, intermediate in character
Spring doesn't appear full blown one morning to announce with a shout, "Here I am!" It lingers at the threshhold of the season's door like the family cat that can't seem to make up its feline mind to come in or go out. There are melancholy gray days, misty and bone-chilling between winter and spring. So it is with the transient times of my soul when God is growing me, stretching me to reach the next level of conformity to His image.
Gray days uninvited but designed by God are not meant for me to merely endure but to embrace in anticipation of the joy and strength to come.
GRAY DAYS UNINVITED
between winter and spring
and bring gray moods
and mental monotones
snow birds chirp in muted notes
the season seems suspended
with winter open-ended.
Drab days endured
with passive acceptance
will always pass I know
the cycle is ordained:
gray, in-between days are always
followed by The Grand Spectacle of spring
when the somber draperies of the sky
are suddenly drawn back
and songbirds warble cheerily
heralding the splendid season
and the inevitable renewal
of every living thing.
My soul too passes through
gray times, waiting times
shrouding me in melancholy
with a certain sadness
that fogs my thoughts
tempting me to despair.
Be patient, soul! embrace
the transient testing times
welcome them assured
that you are being fortified
by gray days uninvited.
Mellowed and molded
my subdued spirit rests and waits
in the assurance of God’s time
for its dismal winteriness to be dispelled
by the predictable burst of spring.
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