“Weeping may spend the night,*
but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30
Evening darkens,
grief knocks at my door
and moves in for the night.
With the dawn
I pack his bags
and busy myself in life.
from Streams of Mercy by Ann Fontaine
“Weeping may spend the night,*
but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30
Evening darkens,
grief knocks at my door
and moves in for the night.
With the dawn
I pack his bags
and busy myself in life.
from Streams of Mercy by Ann Fontaine