meadow

wrote this piece a while back, but thought it can have its encore here. 

so here it is:

life is painted with colors that soak our every moment.

colors that vibrantly shine but begin to fade away as time chips its paint,

and drowns it in colors of pain, emptiness, and loneliness. 

but somehow, even in this season of darkness, a light shines through.

a light far greater and with a grace far unexplainable: grace's amazing hands. 

hands that hold and embrace, hands that gently strums,

hands that intertwine and mend the broken hearts,

hands that will walk you through.