Waking with a start, my eye searches for the light. Shining from behind the window curtain, the light allows alertness to return just as soon as sleepiness takes over. It's probably 2 AM, several hours before the new day begins.
Dark is not dark without light, creating a contrast; the dark is the absence of light, shining thru and extinguishing the darkness. My heart is dark, but the light threatens to shine in, healing the dark. Darkness is not eternal, until it is, and it won't be that until the end. For me, that won't be the end. The end will be light, bright blinding light because I will be in His presence, the absence of all darkness. For now, it is dark with a sliver of light, a glimmer of hope. The hope is still available, which makes it hope. It's not the end until it is. There is light. There is hope.