One Orange Ember

One Orange Ember

Blue is not the mood.
Gray is much closer;
yet, even more subdued
and vastly colder.

Once. . . 

I dreamed in vivid color.

I hoped in pastel hues.
I drank in the world with wonder
as a butterfly drinks the dew

...and loved like I had nothing to lose.

It didn’t happen overnight.

It didn’t happen in a day.
Brilliant colors of life so bright,
slowly began to drain away.

Now. . .

My life plays out before me like

a movie filmed in black and white
during the depths of coldest winter.
Shivering and shaking, alone in my plight

…hoping with a hesitant hope.

I stretch out icy hands to stoke

the fire of my feeble faith;
where smoldering cinders smoke,
yet all heat of heart has escaped.

Yearning. . .

Trembling prayers are the kindling
for the fire that has no flame.
They feed the faith that is dwindling;
the warmth of color to reclaim

. . . one orange ember in the ash.
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At the time I started this poem, I was very sad. I began it when my friend, Faith, was ending her journey her on earth and my cousin, Sharon, got the news that they chemo was no longer working and they were sending her home. Their fights with cancer and a and few other difficult areas that are still being battled in my world were weighing me down. Bad news, is a part of life - as is grief.

I am better now; but still sad and struggling with some issues. Even though this poem is glum, I still wanted it on the blog because everyone goes through the whole range of emotions in life and someone out there might be able to relate to what I am feeling. It ends with hope though! The one orange ember in a black & white world, the return to better days!! J

With God, there is always hope!
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Thank you, Father, for holding us close during the cold, dark days of grief. ~ Amen