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 was put on display would expose my pain and struggles. As I ran into the house I would close all the drapes to block the light that shines on those who want to be seen, for the day was theirs. As I waited impatiently for the clouds to begin their journey to cover those who bask in the light, I often wondered what the warmth of day felt like, how it 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 night as it slowly approaches. As the night begins to come into focus, my mistress that is of the night attempts to seduce me with her slow, sultry, thought provoking seductive approach, but she is not as attractive as she once was, for the Lords light has caught my eye.
“And in that day shall the deaf hear the words of the book, and the eyes of the blind shall see out of obscurity, and out of darkness.”