The darkness shrouds me once again. The all-too-familiar squeezing of the chest and gnawing at my stomach have made their presence known again. And I cry out to God in my pain. How long, Oh Lord? Will the guilt always been a mantel that I wear? Will I ever find beauty for ashes? I’m holding on by only a thread as the second day draws to a midnight close.
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.