Into the Valley of the Shadow
Psalm 23 KJV
4: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
We all, invariably, will enter into The Valley of the Shadow of Death
and feel the dark tendrils of night close in about us. We will encounter the fears, the losses, and hushed whispers that accompany this passage through the gloomy mists. The Shadows are heavy, as if a cloak of incalculable weight has been draped over our already weary and stooped shoulders. The darkness is oppressive, it is a living breathing evil that looks to devour all who enter into its lair. The Valley of the Shadow, littered with the remains of those who have gone before, those who were bereft of light and any comfort, offers no hope to the traveller. The path, overgrown as it is, is treacherous and strewn with obstacles both known and unknown that seek to entangle and encumber.
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