When gray, we are away
From light that brightly shines
As if around under a cloud
We roam, spirit forlorn.
Our thoughts turn inward
And we dwell in a well
Of self righteous indignation
Which harrows down to our bone marrow
And sap our energy trapped
By an arraign of complain.
The body stricken get sickened
Little will drugs do to reconstruct
For it had all begun without the sun
And we chose to complain and blame
Outside forces for the extinct of our torches.
We must then choose not to loose
Life is too precious to waste in recession
When we are endowed with a soul
That constantly strives for sunshine.
We realize that we can choose to shine
We realize that our precious eyes
Were given to look outward to things of wonder
Not to ourselves to seek to delve
Upon the shelf of a museum, kept
Tied to tinted glass like shackles.
And while we sway in the gray
So consumed with our costumes
We did not see the sudden sunbeam
That broke through to reach to the yoke
Of our awesome fabric, connected to His
To lead us all to a haven we call heaven.
© March 2012