Writers 
THE GLEE FOR THE GLOOM.
Shattered dreams,
broken promises,
joy once dancing
now buried beneath sorrow.
Moments of glee
have learned the language of gloom,
and laughter that once filled the room
now echoes
like a forgotten song.
The past knocks loudly,
not with memories,
but with taunts.
Reminding us of where we have been,
while the future whispers
of where we could still go.
Somewhere along the way,
we lost the alignment.
We lost the sacred rhythm
of walking with the Holy Spirit.
Sin became the distance,
guilt became the wall,
and shame became the voice
telling us we were too far gone.
We forgot the fold.
We forgot the Shepherd.
We wandered from the pasture
and followed shadows
while the Light remained behind us.
Yet.....
we lost sight of Him,
but He never lost sight of us.
We wandered,
but His eyes followed.
We fell,
but His mercy remained.
We ran from His presence,
yet His love kept calling our names.
Beyond the blame
is an invitation.
Beyond the distance
is a voice.
Beyond the gloom
is a Light.
And beyond our wandering
stands the Shepherd,
still calling His sheep home.
Perhaps the story is not over and grace has not closed the book.
Perhaps beneath the ashes
there is still a spark.
