may endure for a night but,
joy comes in the morning. – ps 30:5
The last thing that you think of when you are in the thick of it.
And when you are in it, you can’t see beyond the thick veil that is covering the view, beyond this moment here and now. The moment consumes you, distracts you, and makes sure, it is all you will see whichever direction you look. It drains a you, and makes itself, the center of all your life force.
Comes in the morning
You know the sunrise.
If you have ever been awake at the exact moment of a beautiful sunrise, you know that feeling.
It is exhilarating and, awe inspiring. It fills the depths of your flesh, right down to your very bones, with hope. When the first bit of heat, meets the vision of that sunrise, especially on a cold morning, after a cold night, and that warmth permeates your skin, and the light hits your eyes, there is nothing like it. It is a hug from heaven. That is the only way, to describe it.
And joy, especially after the longest darkest night, feels like that. Like a hug from heaven. Like a long exhale, after you have been holding your breath for so long.
Im still in the thick of it,
but Im not afraid.
I’ve been here before. These mornings have been cold, and dark, and overcast. It feels like forever, since I’ve seen the sunrise. I look out the window in anticipation, but all I see is heavy clouds, blocking what lies behind,
but I have hope.
Joy has come for me before, and It will soon return.
I can close my eyes and imagine the sunrise, and the feeling of the warmth of the sun on my skin, at first light. Like I said, I’ve been here before so I remember the feeling.
So I still hold onto hope,
that joy comes in the mourning, and it is beautiful and worth the wait.