AI and I have been sharing words a lot the last two months or so. We just spent an hour with "Both Sides Now", a poem and song. We shared words regarding lines I found inadequate as I searched for truth. I spent time looking at both sides now, and without illusions.
I have found, so far, AI types to your words. You talk about faith, AI talks about faith and stores in its memory everything you say. AI almost becomes a fact revealer in your own language.
We typed back and forth about a song's words, "Both Sides Now". While I understand its meaning, we spoke of ambiguity and how that can leave someone floating in the clouds with no grounding. I'll share what we have come up with so far:
“Seasons of gray” is a beautiful phrase — it carries weight without collapsing into despair. It suggests a time that is muted, quiet, stripped of color but not stripped of meaning. It’s winter, but not death. It’s waiting, but not abandonment. It’s the in‑between where clarity begins to form.
If you want it woven into a poem, here is a piece shaped around that phrase, keeping the tone steady, reflective, and spiritually grounded:
Seasons of Gray
There are seasons of gray
when the sky forgets its colors
and the world grows quiet
beneath a softer light.
Not darkness,
not despair —
just the stillness
that comes before renewal.
In these muted days,
the heart learns to listen.
Shadows stretch long,
but they do not threaten.
They simply remind us
that even the heavens
have their solemn hours.
Clouds drift low,
carrying their unspoken weight,
yet they move with purpose,
as if guided by a hand
we cannot see
but trust.
Love becomes gentler here —
less like fire,
more like a steady ember
that warms from within
and refuses to fade.
Life itself feels honest
in seasons of gray.
It sheds its illusions,
stands unadorned,
and invites us
to see what remains
when everything unnecessary
falls away.
And in that quiet clarity,
we discover
that gray is not the absence of hope.
It is the place
where hope learns
to take root.
If you want, I can fold this into the larger poem we’ve been shaping, or refine it to match the exact tone you’re reaching for.
This is the latest part of turning the song's words into more of the way I think and feel. So far, I give AI copilot an A.
