Tonight I dream of fields of flowers and sunny days. Dancing with the wind, while apologizing to the earth for clumsily stepping on its rooted toes. Tonight Orion shines out expectingly from the deepest blanket of blue pondering when winters cold disposition will pass. I join him tonight- my mind a broken record- reeling the film of contentment, as I enjoy God's world of mysterious sounds and sights.
How can one feel bitterness in moments like these? How can a heart hurt when so much goodness surrounds it? Can not the hunter of the sky shoot pain away with his starry arrow? Can not the wind twirl my hair in it's bends and carry my sorrows on its way? The sky is helpless and the wind aloof- the Maker alone is Able.
And so a new healing process begins.
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