Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Rejoicing comes in the morning

Death surrounds me like the night.

It settles all around me. I feel it pull at me and it begins to weigh me down.

A twinkling star shines brighter in the evening sky. A twinkle that was not there the night before.

First there is one, then another, and a another. How many more will shimmer before I see the sun rise?

How many I ask. 2, 3, ...

As the dark pulls me further and further I see a glimmer. Just a spec of sun light.

Then as the minutes pass more and more light floods my eyes.

A light so bright it's blinding. And I know rejoicing comes in the morning.


Brooke said...

i've been gone for a while, so i'm trying to get caught up. i hope all is well with you and your family

{amy} said...

Praying for you, friend.