I walk in a stupor, surrounded the past two years by a grey wash.
I fight and fight to push back the grey to allow the Son to fully illuminate the colours of life.
Tired of the fog that fights for my soul, the darkness that rushes in.
The speed it tries to goad out of me.
Faster and faster, heavier loads, stuff, clutter, responsibility.
What would it all mean, if it were to end tomorrow. If time here were to stop.
I want to see the full colour of life.
I want to see the world around illuminated and basking in the light.
I want to sit in quiet wonder, with no where pressing to go, nothing needing to be done.
Light where are you? When will the grey be pushed away, and the new colour full world take shape before my eyes.
Stepping through the grey. Today is a new day. Come full colour, come.