High – low.
Light – dark.
Happy – sad.
How can joy and sorrow dwell together in the world?
Let us hope.
(Dedicated to the tornado victims and survivors of the Oklahoma tornado. We weep with you.)
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© Kathleen Moulton
when it hurts 
After our son died, it seemed incongruous to me that the sun was shining and the flowers were blooming. Life around me went on when my own life seemed to have ended. I was crushed beyond anything imaginable, yet life around me went on.
Me, too, Rebecca. I didn’t care and I didn’t want to live. But even when I didn’t want to notice, I couldn’t help it. It seemed like the reds were redder and the blues were bluer…as if they overtook the darkness. I think that’s the way God intended it to be.
Thank-you for sharing your thoughts.