Sunday, February 2, 2014

...what light

veils of linen and glass
separate us, you and me,
and yet you fill the room
making black white
and cold warm...

daily we rise
tho' often I am first,
you rise true
to your nature
to your call, the call,

when the Maker said,
"Be Light!"
with Romeo-like wonder,
i cry,
"what light through yonder window breaks"

...what light indeed 

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