Where is The Morning Star in My Darkness?

The inky jet of night blanketed the earth in deafening silence. Stillness. Thoroughness. A billion stars scattered tiny points of light high above me. But the complete darkness outside my window remained, reminding me of my own darkness. Where is the Morning Star that illuminates the darkness? My darkness?

The inky jet of night reflected my thoughts — thoughts of discouragement. Depression. Where was my light of joy and peace?

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