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
