Gray Masked Moments

Morning sat draped in light somber gray But beyond vale, Your servant waited to shine. The stale smell of misery lingered near I rise, snuffing such vibes There'd been no rave, only incensed sage and songs I looked beyond, to kitchen window view And felt surge of grace so strong. Soft white; silent and clean Sprinkled green of pines, and Other still life scenes - Even winter's devoted touch wasn't mean I felt cheered by songs of birds Frolicking midst snow capped scene, where Icicles dangled and teased my deck door And I, I inhaled fresh scent unseen Then turned to defuse the dark hovering near. He heard me hummed, "The Wonder of You" Gray moments never last None of us are outcast from Your grace I wished he'd look to a better place Where the dark of a cloudy day Don't harbor dismay. There, gray moments never last He'd come to play, to twiddle my joy But silence led the way And I, I looked within and out And savored Your stream of glow. *