It was a significant fence that blocked an expansive view of the Pacific horizon. As I hurried to get beyond it the dipping sun in the West, and the drifting cloudscape found me against all reason. Look through the spaces no matter how wide the planks are.
Beauty in the weeping...we are able to recognize it in nature, but recoil from it in our own lives. We must remember, though, that weeping lasts for a night, but joy comes in the morning, lavished with new mercies. Whether morning means the dawn of tomorrow or the dawn of 10,000 years, the weeping is confined to a pre-determined time and serves as a reminder of the coming hope of eternal joy.