...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