somewhere in the grey

Even without colors, they were able to make us laugh and cry, these performers hidden in the grey scale. Even with all the power that color has these comedians and singers, news reporters and characters, conveyed their emotions and the emotions of others. Even though it was visually less intoxicating they still managed to captivate their audiences. And maybe the effect was even more acute without the added distractions of HD and surround sound. Maybe their personalities and stories were all the more vivid because of the simplicity.

Regardless, somewhere in the grey a whole lot of color was hiding.

Somewhere in the Grey (for May 25)

We stagger through the fog. It burns our eyes. We don’t know where we are going. We cling to each other.

I open my mouth to speak, in a desperate attempt to communicate. The bitter fog fills my mouth, burns my lungs; it chokes me.

I can’t breath. I can’t breath.

My hand drops from your arm.

You disappear.

My hands grope around in the grey. I can’t find you.

Where are you?

My lungs constrict. I fall to the ground.

A hand on my shoulder. Two more hands pulling me up. 

But I don’t know who it is.

Panic

god's words

You know when you lay in bed at night, the cool air making your nose red, the covers pulled up around your face, and you just feel lonely? just so lonesome for something, for someone to wrap their arms around you and huddle under the covers with you and kiss your cold nose. i know it sounds weird but he is that to me. i find refuge in his words, and when i’m tired and i feel alone, i curl up in bed, and read what he placed on the minds of a person thousands of years ago. and somehow everything's better. somehow i don’t feel so lonely anymore. somehow the darkness is bearable and the void next to me is tolerable.

Somewhere in the Grey

I’m breathing hard, eyes closed, waiting for the bullet.

My gun still hovers beside my comrade’s head.

And a busload of soldiers, with curses and disbelieving shouts are drowning each other out.

I don’t listen.

But suddenly, a crackle and a voice that’s different:

“Command, this is Delta106, we have affirmative on objective. We’ve breached the perimeter.”

We’re frozen. Staring at the radio.

Because there’s some forgotten sound behind his voice.  Like music.

It’s birdsong.

Is this real?

I drop my gun.

Maybe there is sunlight on our horizon.

Somewhere beyond this ash is the place where life still lives.

Somewhere in the Grey

The answers are sometimes hard to find. Why me? Why her? Why him? Why us? Why now? Why this?

Why?

We crane our heads around corners, peer long and hard down the corridors of life, looking, searching, waiting.

There is comfort in not knowing. There is peace to be found. I don’t know the answers.

But I know the One who does. And He has promised that all shall be well.

The answers are sometimes hard to find. But isn’t that the way mercy works sometimes? Not seeing the black and white but knowing the answer is somewhere in between?

Somewhere in the Grey

Right down that road. Can you see it? 

It’s beyond that turn. Down that hill.

Off in the distance it awaits.

Tell me if you see it, would you please?

I’m trying to avoid it. 

But it still sits there, ominous and growing. Breathing. 

For you see, I can’t live forever. And my death is fast approaching. 

Somewhere in the grey area. Beyond where I can see. 

It’s haunting, forcing me to run away. 

Where can I run that death can not find me? Where it can not reach out it’s pasty fingers and grab hold? 

Perhaps behind the grey?