And there was Light

How the eye’s happy holding
Early light, bright-shafting over
The chapel, igniting late leaves,
Embers among the conifers.
How the windows fill with colour
As empty houses glad-glow
With heaven treasure; The world’s
Lamp lit, in patient advance.
How gentle grows the pail gold,
Drawing out the good bearing
On all creatures; a kinder word –
A long suffering light.