There was a time when I would run for shelter when the morning sun was set free to smile upon us, for the light that the Lord put on display would expose all my hidden pains and struggles. As I ran into the house I would close the drapes to block the light that shines on those who wanted to be seen, for the day belonged to them. As I waited impatiently for the darkness to begin its journey to cover those who bask in the light, I often wondered what the warmth of day felt like, how it truly felt to be covered with acceptance when the darkness is gone. After breaking free from my thoughts of the past I sit in bed looking at the clock on the wall, for I think of the darkness as it slowly approaches. As the darkness begins to come into focus, my mistress that is of the night attempts to seduce me with her full shadowy figure, but she is not as attractive as she once was, for the Lords light has caught my eye.
“The light shines in darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”