Still Mourning

Mourning is the shade of gray that lies still and
beneath the surface
In the still of morning we have little use for the
colors of the palette
Our internal tears dilute the brilliant ones
into pale watercolors
As our thoughts provide CPR
to memories of days gone by
An understandable disconnect between
our dreams and reality
A repetitive tirade of
confused words
with one own mind
As your mourning gray visits
the black and white of things

However, our gray views need to turn
blue to end
the first act
For the red shades of anger
are about to come onto the scene
Rants strike out within
and about without telling me
A voice that will not allow
mourning to remain, still
Tears that add color to our words,
unspeakable, not repeatable
Words of green for mourning
makes you envious or
When you say, “I can’t”
because you’re noticing yellow
Smog, then clear words,
as you tear apart your black and blue

The final act arrives as softer words,
like a warm
gentle breeze
Turns to silence as you
find gray center stage
Without gloss, gray, once again is
black and white
The script is clear, rip with purpose
to hoist only the white
Surrender black and reach
out to the
author of color
As you seek to renovate,
your broken heart says
Lord, please accept the grays
of my mourning soul
Place my surrender and sorrow
within the rainbow of possibilities
Allow me to share words
of comfort
shared with me
Letting my new memories
be an outreached
hand to another

Still mourning

HIS House 2008