The first light of dawn has broken,
Dispelling the shadows and mist
Of uncertainty. Now I know
The rare feeling of fresh, free bliss.

The time of weeping is over.
The Master gave sweet victory
In this battle. Now I can say,
"Dear precious friends, rejoice with me!"

Psalm 30:5b
"weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."

Romans 12:15
"Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep."

(NOTE: The next entry is a tribute to my mother, Mary B. Faircloth,
who died with breast cancer on August 5, 1992.
This piece was written on October 1, 1998.) (click here to read the "Tribute")