Pale

There are times when I find things in my life so pale when put up next to you. Really, so pale. So pale that it's depressing. There are other times though when your light just makes everything brighter. But at this moment, everything else pales. Everyone pales. Nothing can hold its worth and all of its existence is lost -- even its shadows.

Breaths are longer and the lung processes slower. Do I have the strength to shout your praise in this disenchanted demise?

What makes it all dark and gloomy is that as everything pales next to Christ, even Christ Himself does not shine bright.  If I were an artist, I would draw an amber sun across an ashen sky and its rays would be lost amidst a shroud of clouds.