You are like the sun and I am a sleeper;
Your light pours into my life
no matter what I am dreaming, and
day after day, in such a reliable way,
you dispel the darkness.
Your light doesn’t say, “Look at me!”
But makes it possible for me to see
what’s all around me:
beauty and decay are not opposite forces
or something to either be sought after or shielded from;
but like the sun who makes all things visible
you show me what it is like to be awake.