The Sound of Sunlight
A shoal of copper sunlight quivers through my bedroom window onto Papas picture.
It trickles down and slowly up his glass rosary beads – as if reflecting his fingers passing in prayer.
A meadow lark wakes. Tall conifers sway dreamlike. Forgiveness in the branches.
Kindness reaches its hand across time and through the sound of Papas mandolin – like Gods voice, always with me.