a day of pouring 

rain

shuttered
against the wind

descending into darkness

trying 

is anything to be seen

nothing

not the proverbial hand held before my face

not the sheets held
against my cheek

nothing 
on the ceiling to capture my stare

no reason for eyes to even close

such darkness

such quiet

then morning

the sun rises over the kitchen table

the colour of the tender compassion of our God

and the sound of a memory

fills what the night obliterated

another day

my eyes open

open my lips

and my mouth shall proclaim Your praises