Gloomy day this dawn
Sullen clouds of leaden gray
No pink stripes in view.
Last day of the year
Sky reflects tenor of times.
Pray New Year brings hope.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Yes we should all pray for sure! Hope this new year is peaceful!
Amen.
Agreed!
The sun broke through this afternoon. Good news for now.
Hope, let’s not lose it.
Amen. Thanks for your comment.