Sorrow weighs so heavily upon my heart today. At first sign of its arrival I must immediately pluck it out, rid myself of its stench, toss it from the edge of the cliff so it can never again return. Somehow it always manages to find me again no matter how far I run. So tomorrow
I stepped outside for a moment and thoughts filled my heart and mind: If I stand in the west facing the eastern sky I will see a brilliant sunrise with bold colors and the beckoning of the coming day. If you stand in the east facing the western sky you will see a world still
A Quiet Heart 