Andrew Peterson

“Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.”
― Andrew Peterson, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

“The dark of the heart is a darkness deep
And the sweep of the night is wide
And the pain of the heart when the people weep
Is an overwhelming tide--

And yet! and yet! when the tide runs low
As the tide will always do
And the heavy sky where the bellows blow
Is bright at last and blue

And the sun ascends in the quiet morn
And the sorrow sinks away,
When the veil of death and dark is torn
Asunder by the day,

Then the light of love is the flame of spring
And the flow of the river strong
And the hope of the heart as the people sing
Is an everlasting song

The winter is whispering, "green and gold"
And the heart is whispering, too--
It's a story the Maker has always told
And the story, my child, is true.”
― Andrew Peterson, The Warden and the Wolf King