Oh, night that guided me,weeping may endure for a night
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved! St. John of the Cross’s poem “On a Dark Night”
but joy comes in the morning
Psalm 30:5
comes the sunlight
after a night
of sleep under big blue
in July?!?!
the days of cool change continue
breakfast together
pulled on a sweater
scented with residual holy
a cup of tea tonight
planning another wedding
I can't remember the last time I had tea....
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