The Rising Sun

As my heart breaks again

With being alone after the Thanksgiving gathering,

The sun rises faithfully

Bringing order to the chaos;

That roaring lion retreats in quiet

My heart again rests in comforting rays.

He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down. You bring darkness, it becomes night, and all the beasts of the forest prowl. The lions roar for their prey and seek their food from God. The sun rises, and they steal away; they return and lie down in their dens. Then people go out to their work, to their labor until evening. _{Psalms 104:19-23}

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