I love how darkness lifts at dawn. A metaphor for life in the aftermath of any type of trauma. We imagine we will never see the light of day again and then the pink begins and the yellow splashes a joyous stroke and the mystery of Gods awakening on that first morning in the garden becomes apparent to even the most jaded and broken amongst us! We begin to see shadows of the things around us and as we strain our eyes the horizon becomes a possibility that registers in our brains. Look, there is life out there!
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