Joy Comes In the Morning
Joy Comes In the Morning Weeping fills the night, but, joy comes in the morning. Our little self has dashed its head against the rocks again. Bur now, Joy is flooding the very streets we walk on, as the Sun rises faithfully one more day. Truly born again, we venture forth in the Presence that blesses this present moment. Sometimes learning is easy, sometimes it is hard. Fret not, friend, You came here from Perfection, and to Perfection you shall return. Shams says, "Our only prolem is to figure... Sign in to see full entry.