Witness

The grace of the morning sun
Waits with unhurried patience
Behind the closed door, wall and curtain
Lets my cozy privacy with reverance.

As I leaves through the portal
To address the daily chores
Much to this ignorant mortal
Energises the entire house

It happens now abound
The spring of infinite joy
I is nowhere around
The presence is quite wary


After a mundane day at work
I returns to the empty house
The lights are on
But the grace is already gone