The Gray Man (poem)

This man was once full of color, joys of every hue.

But the sting of life and losses threatened to take his glorious blue.

Pain it seems, is looming over his head. The allure of apathy, in the color gray, seeps into his bed.

He once was orange with joy in the morning light, green with laughter from his life’s delight. He was red with love, like the color of a rose. Yellow with gratitude when he realized God held him close.

But the path was shaken and uncertain under his feet. He lost his way and was certain he was beat. His colors dripped on the ground all around him, the pavement stained with his red love…the color of his heart now as gray as the clouds above.

How can one move on, when they no longer care? How do you press on when you don’t feel God there?

The Father of lights caressed the gray man with a warm gentle breeze, a small reminder that not everything is as it seems. For a moment the Lord gave orange brushstrokes of joy to the gray man’s cheeks.

This was a divine reminder that his color would come back, no matter the pain he meets.

Little by little, day upon day, the gray man slowly gained his colors back. Strengthened by the fact, God the artist would always have his back.