UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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

  Seeing Through Blind Eyes

The blind eyes, what do they see?

The world unfolds, so does God’s Word.

Not in color, shade, or light,

But in God’s bright light.

In the hush of velvet night, you let your light shine, Lord.

Touch becomes the painted scene,

Secret truths no lens has seen.

I once saw something big, but what did my eyes see?

Memories flicker; no light appeared.

Visions rose, and I was set free.

So do not pity blinded gaze,

Nor mourn what sight may not reveal;

For in the dark, the spirit of the living God plays, and what God has set to see, will see real. 

Is what we see real?

Is the unseen what we see?

Blind eyes scan the unseen,

What sight reveals has set me free.

Is not by power, is not my sight,

But by His Spirit is what I see.

Blind eyes see what sits in the dark,

Blind eyes see what sits in the light,

I once saw something big,

Now, I am set free.

See blind eyes, see!

Open wide blind eyes, see the Glory of the Lord.

Once before you sought to see, 

Today, you will See Through Blind Eyes what the naked eye can’t see.

The sight of the Lord is in me,

And through Blind Eyes I now see,

What the Eyes of God see.

I don’t see what God sees,

It is God who sees through me.

I am Seeing Through Blind Eyes.

By, Jacqueline Torres 10/21/2025