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Heavenly Light

Wrote this when I was 16. It's for someone I probably owe more than I admit.

I like this light that streams in through my 
window and fills my heart 
I don’t know what time of the day it is, 
or where I am. 
I can’t seem to attribute this light to any 
particular time or place. 
Nor can I identify or locate its childlike rays.

This is what they must’ve had in mind 
When they said ‘mellow’ 
and a lot of other things they didn’t say, 
Because they had no names.
Neither is the sun glowering at me 
Nor is he hiding behind the clouds 
Maybe he’s just smiling sleepy-eyed, 
Though he must’ve been out of bed for quite some time.

It's not that the sun is holding his own 
Or that the clouds have come to stay. 
Maybe both of them have settled down 
To a celestial feast today.

It's not the bright white fresh of a morning light 
It's not the dust brown bliss of dusk 
It's somewhere in between and amazingly so. 
It's one of those things that keeps all atheists secretly wondering...

Sparrows twittering, Children playing, and I’m smiling. 
Everything is still moving, but the light 
seems to have cast a blanket 
Of invisible stillness, on all it surveys.

And though, in my inner turmoil 
I have no reason to smile 
or even to be peaceful 
Today I find myself smiling 
like an enlightened sage 
the smile of bliss 
the smile of a heavenly light….

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Copyright © © Alex Fenris 2011

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