Darkness? Light? Light in darkness?
Sometimes the world seems like a big chess match between light and darkness, between good and evil, between heaven and hell. And sometimes, I’m not sure who is going to get the ultimate checkmate.
And then, I wake up, and the morning is beautiful, and gentle, and the sun says, “Did you really think I was gone? That I wouldn’t shine again? Did you really think the clouds were all you had?” And I can’t answer it.