I move a little to avoid the sun I sway back I need that sun In my face
I find myself closing my eyes It is so bright blinding
I need to open them Me and the sun have a history I remember .....
I was on a train going home tired long day long journey.
The sun shone through the window through my dullness through my tiredness.
It was flashing - the sun. As it came through the windows of the moving train it stayed on me! Like a spotlight of sunbeams!
I considered it a blessing It was a signal to offer up some thanks I did then it moved .... It was on someone else - so I offered some appreciation for the stranger.
It became like a searchlight light searching for beautiful humans asleep earphones on books being read newspapers on knees newspapers+sleeping and all did not know I was praying for them.
Some did not catch the rays. Sleep shuts out light Sleep will retain the sun in a beautiful dream dream sometimes never in a nightmare.
Now I find these beaming places in church on buses between the clouds gaps in fences cracks in concrete sails of boats gaps in trees in a cafe behind and around a human I love behind a person who struggles to love.
The sun is now a beautiful friend but I don't only want her for myself. I want the sun to shine on the so called beautiful and the many who don't feel beauty the violent the sick the hurting in a tunnel of depression in a home of sadness in a workplace of oppression.
