The light fell,

Tumbled onto this day.

I wasn’t quite

Finished with the night.

My unadjusted eyes.  

Tears, those glassy

Cataracts of ache,

Suspend the river-roll

Of a rumbling soul.

The morning opens still,

And shines on.

Another new mercy,

Just like yesterday.

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“I am the light of the world.” Jesus, the Christ of God.