Joy Cometh in the Morning

May has brought death.  Death that is sudden and desperate, that oscillates in your heart.  Death that came like an unhurried prayer.   Death that has unfolded dramatically, a quick, scrawled note — and a silence that punctuates the air.

Perhaps it’s the turn of the weather or the birth of a new moon, people slip away softly into the earth, never to return.

Weeping may endure for a night, but Joy cometh in the morning.