Still Light

                   

In the still of the morning....
            even in the frigid still of the land,
                                                   there is light.  

Burrowing through the thick fog of painful cold, is the warmth and brightness of the sun that has never ceased to shine.

Burrowing through the thickest, coldest and saddest  of hearts comes the Son in all His glory, warmth and love.  And His Light still shines as brightly as the Bethlehem star.