It's cold and the rain is playing its song as it falls upon my garden. The sounds woke me slowly and played softly as background music to my dreams. Poetry filled me and spilled from me as my eyes wanted to open but refused. I wrote in my heart these words....
I have lived in the darkness of the shadows of my grief, too long. I choose now to step into the light, the light behind the shadows. I will let it lift me and comfort me, for I have been weak and so tired. The darkness made me sickly but the light will heal me. There is "wonderful" in my mind and it feels lovely and kind. I will choose praise over complaints, love over animosity, lightness over heaviness, laughter over tears. My longings shall be joy gleaned from goodness rather than sorrow swept up from despair, and my tattered soul will find repair. A smile, a smile rises from the deep and covers me and those around me. O, darkness, you cannot come where I am, I can only come to you....but I choose not to.
Although it is cold and raining today....I am warm and full of light. In my soul, it's raining "light".
I have lived in the darkness of the shadows of my grief, too long. I choose now to step into the light, the light behind the shadows. I will let it lift me and comfort me, for I have been weak and so tired. The darkness made me sickly but the light will heal me. There is "wonderful" in my mind and it feels lovely and kind. I will choose praise over complaints, love over animosity, lightness over heaviness, laughter over tears. My longings shall be joy gleaned from goodness rather than sorrow swept up from despair, and my tattered soul will find repair. A smile, a smile rises from the deep and covers me and those around me. O, darkness, you cannot come where I am, I can only come to you....but I choose not to.
Although it is cold and raining today....I am warm and full of light. In my soul, it's raining "light".
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