Let’s talk about silver linings.

They’re usually just abstracts.

Yet today that was the epiphany.

Last night, in the storm mourning  was ear-shattering but if felt like the futility of sinking sand.

Like having walls closing in, yet even the downpour seemed to have been covering up some sort of folly played on you.

But God listened. He made today good.

Like this field of dead plants emanating casualty after the war as far as the eyes can see.

Then having sun rays bringing back to life everything.




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