There are many times of darkness in my life.
There seem to be many patches of shadows that too easily cloud the sunlight of your presence.
Why do I awake to a new day only to discover that its just another Monday morning with no sign of your promised joy of your presence?
Oh, I know there are the good times the times of friendship and laughter;the times of peace and beauty and solitude.
But they are the minutes, rather than the hours or days, they are fleeting while the darkness lingers.
Am I too blind to your love?
Do I rush around too much to appreciate your tranquility?
How can I reach out and feel the warmth of your presencewhen life seems ice cold, and the day is darker than the night?
