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The Gray Day

It is a gray day today.

The leaves are still.

No sound of birds

No sign of the sun rays

Death is waving back and forth, waiting to sting

Where should we all go?

Where can we hide?

One sting, no more breath, no more life here on earth

What is this sorrow?

Where does it come from?

The writings explain how meaningless all things are under the sun

The striving of the heart longs for that meaningless thing

How gray is this day

Can anyone perceive the day of death?

Treasures, gains, desires, wants

What is this gray day?

In one second, just like that… ahhhh

The gray day

How quiet you are

How silent are your steps

Clever, precise, on time

Why do you sometimes let yourself be seen?

Why do you like decay?

Do I know you death?

What a gray day it is

Everything is still, no signs of breath

The skies are gray

The clouds are waiting to cry

Who will wipe the tears of this gray day?

Who has the final say on this gray day?

There is that soft and gentle voice

We are so small

When we are touched, we dissipate in the air

Did God take a deep breath?

Her lungs collapse

Her soul longs to go

There is the whisper, "breath out, O soul"

What a gray day

Was the soul touched? Did death have the final say?

"When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: 'Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your victory? Where O death is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."

Imagine! Now there is death.

Swallowed up, overcome by the light

Now I hear voices singing

Now I see the day

You are here, yes, you are here, wonderful day

Where is the gray day?

Where is the sting of death?

On this gray day, death was seen no more.

By Jacqueline Torres

In the closet, empty space

Under the bed, empty space

Down the stairs, empty space

All around me, an empty space

Hallowed heart, loud heartbeat

Innocence cries, who knows me?

I hear voices outside my room

I close my eyes and bring myself back inside. Inside my inner being, that is, where no one screams, no one gleams, no one dreams, no one redeems

I am faint, I cannot breathe

I hyperventilate, so no one sees

No one gleams, no one dreams 

No one redeems. Who would save me?

The night has come

Everyone is gone

I go outside, and no one knows

I lay on the grass and stared at the stars

Little tears, the innocent cries 

I screamed, but no one heard

I closed my eyes, but the night is cold

I go to the closet, but my heartbeat is too strong

Have you ever heard a stump?

I have. Stomps are loud inside the heart where no one knows

No one sees, no one gleams, no one dreams, and no one redeems

In that hallowed place, I hear a whisper

Hush, little whisper, I am afraid

I must hide, I must go back inside

Where no one screams, no one sees, no one gleams, no one dreams, where I am alone, and no one redeems

By Jacqueline Torres

04/02/2026

This is the story of the heart of a little girl who cries out in the night as she goes outside when everyone is asleep.  Often, she would hide in the closet or under the bed, seeking security. The world around her seemed so big that she often felt anxious and unprotected. She was full of fear. She wondered about the hollow emptiness she perceived. She stared at the stars and hoped not to hear the loud heartbeats when she’s anxious. She hides her anxiety by crying in silence while feeling unsure if she is heard, seen, or safe. 

How many of us have felt this way? If this is you, you are not alone. If that little person still cries? Please know that Jesus not only redeems but also gives us life and heals our souls. I was that little girl, I was less than eight years old. Today I have been found, loved, heard, and redeemed. Surrender to Jesus, He cares!

Ps 34:17

"The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."