Ezekiel 24:27

“In the evening my wife died.” The light of the home went out. Darkness brooded over the face of every familiar thing. The trusted companion who had shared all the changes of the ever-changing way was taken from my side. The light of our fellowship was suddenly extinguished as by some mysterious hand stretched forth from the unseen. I lost “the desire of mine eyes.” I was alone. “In the evening my wife died. The next morning . . .”

Aye, what about the next morning, when the light broke almost obtrusively upon a world which had changed into a cemetery containing only one grave? “The next morning I did as I had been commanded.”