I open the wooden shutters

stand 

face to the dawn

morning 

takes my first breath
away

I try to remember how is it...

to just breathe

let alone to breathe deeply

tears make me gasp

the cool wakes my sleeping heart 

then my mind stirs

and I stand before the day and ask why Lord...
why do I keep waking

why do I keep walking

why have you given into my little life what you have

God in His infinite wisdom

gives me 

another day

when so many He has already called away

before their time we say

and here I am

in yet another day

I look at what dwells deep within me

and all that now surrounds me

...something's changed...what

I putter around in my very same old fuzzy slippers 

opening windows 

hanging up towels

making coffee 

reading praying

and 

the light

"...breaks...upon us"

returning the colour that disappeared in the twilight of the night before

changing everything that just moments ago I thought was just the same

warm orange and cool purple

small soft rectangles of light 

coming in

gradually yet swiftly

moving 

changing shape

changing shadow

changing color

changing night into day

changing me

another day

everything is different

everything is exactly just the same

half way around the world 

where nothing from a month ago remains 

yet I am the same

but am I

perhaps as gradually

but as certainly as the light comes in

moving and affecting everything familiar that it falls upon 

everything it touches

warming

bringing color 

defining space

creating shadow 

depth 

beauty

maybe just maybe

His light falls upon me

"....breaks....upon us"

changing minutely infinitesimally what lies within me deeply

transforming 

perhaps He is still breathing into me

gently

as to not blow me, the dust...away

from the side of man...

...into the woman 

child 

precious little one

He created me to be...

maybe just maybe