Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Dreary Month

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Ps.30:5 )

A deary month of weeping, of cloud and fog and rain, is sorrowful December, and all the wind complain.
For trees are bare and flowers are gone, and birds have hushed all song, and days are short and sunless, and nights are dark and long.
But let us wait in patience, the days are swift to go.
Sorrow does not stay long on the earth below; some days must be for weeping, but God and heaven remain and after nights of darkness the sun will shine again.
Marianne Farringham
By Streams In The Desert


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful post this Sunday morning Patsy. Have a good day.

Peggy said...

Hi, thank you for visiting my blog and taking the time to comment.I am delighted my sister's post was of interest to you.It is a sad fact of most of my country's history that we emigrated and fought in wars all over the world. Irishmen fought on both sides of the Civil War in the US. I like the ides of visiting a new blog on the 1st of every month so I am off to visit your recommended one for this month.
Best wishes

Darla said...

Wonderful post!!

Beautiful pear tree lane said...

Hi Patsy,
Such a beautiful post today, so true! Beautiful pictures too.Thank you for sharing

Hocking Hills Gardener said...

Or it will all be made new by that covering of glistening white. Very pretty.