I sing this morning: Hello, hello.
I proclaim the bright day of the soul.
The sun is a good fellow,
the devil is a good guy, no deaths today I know.
I live because I live. I do not die because I cannot die.
In Tuscan sunlight Masaccio
painted his belief that St. Peter’s shadow
cured a cripple, gave him back his sight.
I’ve come through eighty-five summers. I walk in sunlight.
In my garden, death questions every root, flowers reply.
I know the dark night of the soul
does not need God’s eye,
as a beggar does not need a hand or a bowl.
Stanley Moss, “Bright Day” from God Breaketh Not All Men’s Hearts Alike. Copyright © 2011 by Stanley Moss. Reprinted by permission of Seven Stories Press.
Source: God Breaketh Not All Men’s Hearts Alike
(Seven Stories Press, 2011)
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