The Waste Of A Gloomy Day

 

I implore you do not hide

From the presence

Of the darkening clouds

Nor close the blinds

To their foreboding appearance.

The rain again invites itself

As you drearily count doubts and raindrops,

Revealing another exercise in futility

As smiles offered but not requited,

Or a fateful fight

Of hope against hope

That never took flight,

No matter the perseverance.

 

Windows often become reflections

Of portending doom,

The sunlight concealing its rays

For reasons unknown.

The chilling wind stealing your breath,

While your efforts at prayer

Fail at every turn,

You are searching

High and low for your faith,

But only finding doubt to burn

And a lack of desire

To offer genuflections

Of your own

Amidst the weight of the gloom.

I know you are quickly losing hope

For this day and the morrow

Even without your admission,

Struggling against yourself, your fears,

And all your sorrows

As you hasten to leave the room.

 

Harried by demands

You can’t seem to meet

How soon you forgot yesterday’s resolution

To swallow thoughts so unkempt

And forbid your lips

To partake of the bread of idleness.

Today you find yourself

In the midst of attempts

At understanding the degradation

Of certain aspects of your destiny,

Wondering yet again

The worth of your days

When your hopes

Don’t become reality.

Burdens have weighed you down endlessly

To the point of broken arms, broken dreams,

And stumbling feet,

Only increasing your soul’s malaise.

 

Witnessing the marriage

Of time and complacency

And the resulting birth

Of their eldest child, Boredom,

You reject again revelations of clarity.

Your ambition goes into hiding

As you leisurely ponder

The parents’ pride and charity

For such an unsightly child

That will never know beauty,

Or a sense of agency;

Surely, if you would but only look

You could see he is nothing more

Than an untimely descendant

That should never rule a kingdom

Of one or many.

 

I know how you have been

Overwhelmed and overthrown

By every care and concern.

Will you not

Lift your eyes and heart

Beyond your sight

In the dead of night

To the God of all comfort and hope?

Let Him fill you

With all joy and peace

In believing

To the point of abounding.

Please don’t let the day cease

In weariness and gloom.

 

The Light of His eyes

Will surely burn away

The dross of despair

His gentle hands

Will dry your tears

And commence the necessary repairs

As His love sings over you

To write a new story

And redeem the loss

You have known

To the redounding

Of your good and His glory.

In the long-awaited morning

You will see Him

Make His smile your own.

 

Please know that hope is more

Than a temporal state of mind

Or wishes realized,

But an immovable force

With your soul anchored in Him;

A place to rest

Be refreshed,

And begin again

After the fall.

Despite what you’ve heard

And the lies

To which you have succumbed,

Gloom doesn’t have to be

The final word.

 

Sometimes the greatest success

You can obtain

Isn’t the fulfillment

Of all your desires and whims

For which you sacrificed in every way

And have been submitting your all,

But the faith, time, and effort

Spent in forbidding

The waste of a gloomy day.