Light or Life by the Drop
Early in the morning,
before the sun, I rise.
The light, over blue shadows
and through the window is filtering...
By late morning,
The sun is a brass symphony,
or an angelic choir.
Glory is growing from soft canary down
to the most exquisite gold.
The light, my humble home hallows.
Midday.
All is pale and white,
Perfect to read, to write,
Perfect for work and for play,
Perfect to pray.
Evening light arrives,
Just before I close the windows and the blinds.
I am graced by the sweet drops of orange juice
infused with pink pomegranate,
and the last drops of purple and red
like wine fade, and at last, it is night.
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