Every morning I sit in front of a window. It is dark when I arrive and becomes light over the time I am there. Almost directly in front of me, across the field, the other side of the road, buried in the forest beyond is a bright light. All alone in my dark before dawn, this light always shines. Sometimes I wonder if that light is much like God, that all my world is mostly dark but just behind that light is all light of forever, the single light is just my hole, my doorway, my glimpse into eternity. There is hope in that one light across in the woods.
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