June 27

Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning. — Ps 30:5

Of course, it was not easy at first to fly. The speech wings were weak and broken; nothing was left save the impulse to fly, but that was something. One can never consent to creep when one has an impulse to soar. There are so many difficulties in the way, so many discouragements; but I kept on trying, knowing that perseverance and patience win in the end.
— Helen Keller.

De da’kest hour, dey allus say,
Is des’ befo’ de dawn,
But it’s moughty ha’d a-waitin’
Were de night goes frownin’ on;
An’ it’s moughty ha’d a-hopin’
When de clouds is big and black,
An’ all de t’ings you’s waited fu’
Has failed, er gone to wrack—
But des’ keep on a joggin’ ind a little bit o song.
De moon is allus brightah w’en de night’s been long.
— Paul Laurence Dunbar.

Prayer

My Father, I thank thee for life and its faculties. May I not be deceived by gratification and miss the permanent satisfactions. Make me brave that I may be courageous in affliction, and not be dismayed over humiliations and disappointments. May I be kept in harmony with thy will. Amen.