It’s one of those dark days, the sky is crying; we move around in this semi-twilight whatever the time of day. It’s been like this for several days now, but today the darkness and damp seem particularly oppressive. It never rains but pours, sheets of water spilling off the roof like an overflowing bucket.
For me this is also metaphorically true, my world is flooding with problems, difficult to resolve. My spirit is being eroded like the hills pounded by water torrents, washing the yellow soil onto roads and clogging the neighborhood drains. I am drowning…the darkness is gathering and the light is dim. What to do? Where to go? Can’t move either forward or back, I’m caught in this quagmire, mired in despondency, bogged down by a load I can’t get rid of. Life is at this moment depressing…dreams evaporated and… hope at its lowest level. HELP! Will anyone hear my voice above the whistling wind and pounding rain?? I must find the “One who Listens” to the pathetic and mournful.
Perhaps the day will soon turn brighter and the flood recede, when tears dry up. There will be a new perspective to explore as darkness disperses and golden light shines through the fleeing nimbus clouds turning them into candy floss like wisps. Listen, listen to my prayer for hope to return and bring forth a new day, a new life, a new start for the Hopeless, dispelling despondency.
This day in the Doldrums some times recurs, you probably know it too but there must be an end to the nightmare. When will journey’s end come, when will land be sighted from this grey ocean of despondency?
We hunger for hope, for something better, cleaner, brighter. The climb is tougher now, the challenges are greater. How far can one push a large rock uphill, even with the best of intentions? Someone said, “Good intentions come from Hell!” Perhaps he was right.