Would we know that the major chords were sweet,
if there were no minor key?
Would the painter’s work be fair to our eyes,
without shade on land or sea?
Would we know the meaning of happiness,
would we feel that the day was bright,
if we’d never known what it was to grieve,
nor gazed on the dark of night?
Anonymous, taken from the devotional
Streams in the Desert
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January 30 2012
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