Colorless…

“When desolation surrounded you,
blessed be those who looked for you
and found you, their kind hands
urgent to open a blue window
in the gray wall formed around you.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

she came to the end of herself
the very, very end,
where words failed her
and she unknowingly fell,
into a deep hollowness,
a colorless place
an emptiness of being
she could not escape…
and she wallowed in the greyness
of melancholy wear,
overwhelmed by disharmony
everywhere.
She had allowed the chaos
to discolor her life,
dulled into believing
only with her eyes…

now color is returning
and presence is found,
she’s kneeling again, on imperishable grounds…