Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sometimes the light comes Pouring over the horizon, Thick and yellow as juice From a fresh squeezed orange. Other mornings its hesitates As if unsure of its way, Wondering about its welcome And waiting for some final signal. Today it arrived in radiant blast A sudden headlong dazzle That pierced and conquered In swift, triumphant brilliance. The coming of the light Is as old as time and creation. Let there be light, said God, And the new light was good. So why should I be surprised By an event that occurs regularly, Once every twenty-four hours? Why does the light melt my heart? Yet am I always gobsmacked, Overcome with joy and wonder By this good new light, Thankful to find its blessing.