Colorless

The colorless sky, neither blue nor gray, reflected my life.
Pale obscurity with no depth or distinction smeared the distance.
There was no glistening brightness of hope
nor heavy promise of rain,
no dazzling mountains of cumulus clouds,
only the distributed dullness of lifting fog.

There had been joy and exultation, victory and promise,
but that was old news, only good for memories.
Nothing now sustained the onward grind of daily living.
No sharp anticipation on the horizon offered the peace of darkness
or the progress of bright production,
only the filtered light of a dimmed and meager sun.

Now enter faith that sees a promise hidden out of reach,
Faith that alone defends the heart when vision fails.
There will be clouds and storm and rain
And after that a bright new dawn,
But I cannot find that way alone.
Only God sustains through nadir times.