Tuesday, April 9, 2013

♫ MORNING HAS BROKEN ♫




            How deep can darkness be? How absolute the absence of light? How thick the blanket of confusion and nothingness lies over all of God's creation right now, and why? These were questions Z was forced to ask herself looking at the predawn sky which was overcast. For miles the sky and the earth were dark. A single line of light crept up on the horizon in the east. A blackbird stirred in the branches above, gently rimpling the folds of the wet, thick as soup morning air with a single warble, and Z began to sing...


                                                                                                                                      - Sonali

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