It was the grayest of grays.
On a cold wintery day.
The sun surely hid it’s rays.
From melting the snow away.
Ice captured the blooming flower.
The frigid wind seized the river.
Nature was arrested that hour.
And my soul began to quiver.
Until clouds began to diffuse.
The sun burst through the gloom.
Soul, I refuse to sing the blues.
May your Light come to consume.
My heart then melted by God’s love.
Despair thawed by hope divine.
Grayest of grays no longer above.
Knowing Jesus is forever mine.
Chad A. Damitz