My demons sit and whisper and ponder of ways to strip away beauty. To bind me in chains and throw me into the abyss. That is their plot.
The colorful spectrum of beauty that shines from Gods glory is stripped away to shades of grey.
Grey as my surroundings in night. As the Son leaves, so does color. Yes, Son as in my Jesus, and yes, sun as in that which warms our earth, both one in concept and purpose-to bring light and understanding, and without, darkness and shades of grey. The color of my demons. Continue reading