Good Morning, Latter Days
They need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.
Good Morning, Latter Days They need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever. The sounds are the first she’s aware of: A quiet word, some friendly clattering in another space. Next is the breeze, gentle to resolve Words to singing. She feels the light Wind-borne and window-unveiled, warm on her face. Waking from deep, dream to awareness. The first swell of stretching gathers Just as the smells arrive, coffee and promises of break- Fast before her eyes even open. She knows she will see the light as promised, Welcoming and gently rousing; the voice is her husband’s, she realizes Innocent, without ever having wondered or feared. From the depths of sleep to this revelation of sense Has been a thousand years, her languid swing of legs Over the bedside has been ten thousand. The centuries it takes to sit herself up, All flanneled mild blinks and a growing perk for coffee Are enough to recall that today is the day. Still her husband clatters and sings From far off, from the next room, even. Today is the big day. Today is the day, and it has only begun. Animated She rises to a grace of pancakes and her latest day’s work.