The bare outlines of the trees here close, the
river behind and the mountains beyond is a slight whisper of loving hope; “light
is coming.” Neither greater gift nor one
less praised in the ability of light to overcome darkness. Few things have more lifted the spirits of
hope for man. This gift is offered every
morning of every day since the command for light to be was issued. Praise doesn’t seem to rise to the occasion
but does seem to be the only fee required.
Praise Be.
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