I see my world in shades of gray.
Dark and deep charcoal, soft spring clouds,
Thoughts are coming from my head,
Thoughts are all around.
I sit and think I should be
plain as black or white
But everything thing that I see
Is shaded day or night.
A little child's soft touch
next day maybe rough.
A mother's love alone
could never be enough.
Guiding us from above
With hands so full of love
A Heavenly Father waits so patiently.
I feel a gentle whisper like wings of a dove.
Think it through in red or blue
black and white are okay
Maybe you see a bright hue,
I see shades of gray.
-- Cynthia Phillips
March 30, 2008
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