Morning is painted in gray.
And yet my heart bursts with colors
of joy and peace, as though to laugh
at the dull sky and its somber mood.
Like a new spring flower my heart
opens to let in the sunlight beyond.
Its petals reaching upward to touch
the majesty of heaven's blue skies…
It is enough to be alive this morning
and breathe in and out these moments.
Knowing that beyond the gray clouds
the sun still shines upon my world.
I cannot always see or feel its warmth,
but find comfort knowing it is there.
Above the clouds, above all things,
shining ever if only in the heart.
The day will bring what it will bring,
and night will surely fall in its time.
So it is with the passing hours of life,
they come and go, like tides on a shore,
greeted with joy or disdain, come and go.
For the hopeful heart, that which longs
for sunlight, gray painted mornings
are only a part of life's changing canvas.
