"For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a lifetime: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning."
-Psalm 30:5
Grey dawns fitful and blearly, bringing
no warmth, or comfort, or peace. It is
Christmas week, as if we should barely
hear the tintinabulation of bells. Doesn't
feel that way. Not here. Not now. What
gloom comes from within, and how much
Heaven's chosen Light? On the head of
a pin put that. Joy cometh in the morning,
says the Lord.
He must have meant a different morning.
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