Good morning…
I happened upon a gorgeous reading just posted by one of my favorite poets. In processing her own grief after her son Finn’s death, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer has become for many of us like the sweet sun rising in the dark of night. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises (Ecclesiastes 1:5, NIV).
This new morning, enjoy God’s guiding light spoken through Rosmerry’s voice. “Shhh… I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”
…Sue…
