Light comes in the morning,
orange, then gold, then white gold,
etches shadow filagree on walls through windows,
folds its glow through cracks of doors
And if I simply don’t allow
for any place to be untouched,
if I let light bathe every curve of thought,
I’ll leave no place inside for dread or worry,
I’ll entertain no images of scorn
And if, like sun, my love is humble,
indiscriminate because its source is infinite,
it will leave space for birds to shine and sing
in their own language, and smiles to well up
from their profoundest depth.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2019
Wendy
This is beautiful!
It speaks to me
My place is filled with the sunrise over Lake Michigan in Chicago
I wake to expectantly experience this light every single day – I look forward to it!
I ve this week added the study of birds to my work and was amazed this morning at revelations to my eyes as I observe to gather bird knowledge and inspiration to soon draw and paint
This poem is so perfect!
Ps I also wake with the intention of humility and work towards that goal each day ( not always successful- yet what a joy when it is!!)
Best
Juli
Nice to get a further window into your world —