āThe darkness was deep indeed, cloying and choking But out of the dark came a great cry Resounding like a million voices Men and Angels alike come together Singing in refrains of joy, of praise, of promise, of hope, of horror, of exhaustion, but always of You, every refrain is edged by Your love, somehow. every strain is sung around Your name and sometimes, that name rattles every stone and bone on earth- a Name for light, and for shadow, and everything in between, casting all else to be transient beams- (itās not that the darkness never mattered, but it is never the whole truth.)ā
ā 11/1 // e.l.














