The eager sunshine gave a brilliant start
A little spur to those who lie in bed
But now the day is growing fierce and dark.
My dreams crowd on the boundaries of my heart
I half remember confusion and hot dread
The surprising sunshine gave a better start
I thought I had not slept much of the night
Yet images of colleagues filled my head
And now the day is growing fierce and dark.
Why was Jesus called a living Light?
The metaphor, electric, confused hell
The fiery sunshine gave a fearsome start.
In strong sunlight, patterns seem so stark.
Nature’s shapes and metrics better read.
I see my own shape matched up in part.
I lie alone where once I was well wed.
No arms surround me now but those of God
The gift of sunshine made the angels start.
But now the devil hurls a savage spark.