despite the bruising

 

 

 

there it is
on a day
full of gray

the sun
failing to sparkle
to fill with warmth
and the happy
we chase

clouds scuttling
fast and furious
across a landscape

and behind
a window

a canvas
and an easel
standing ready
to capture
this story
in shades
of swirling silvers
and grays
and
incandescent
light

dipping a brush
into melancholy
a day crushing
with the weight
of exquisite

in seeing light
more like
a pearl
seeping through
the barrage
of dark

and reminded

many hearts
fragile today
and
emotions swirling too
because
stories broken
and the fiber
of feel good
missing
like the sun

and in looking
through
that window

a masterpiece
starring back
at me

because

despite
the bruising
from a world
aching
so full of scarcity
and longing
the not enough
catching breaths
and deflating lives
in the lack

there really is

beauty

and a purpose
to our lives

in these days
both sun-filled
and not

if we but look

and pausing
to look beyond

into the mystery
of Glory
showing up
all the time

there it is