6968. THE SUN COME PUTTERING IN

THE SUN COME PUTTERING IN 

At the house of the guardian angels, the new 

day's light hit the windows and lit the kitchen 

gold. All those morning things started happening 

again : water went to coffee,  darkness turned to 

light. While we talked, the magic match of an

idea was lit, yet I couldn't understand your words.

Angels had come down the stairway and each

held another candle of sunlight. What brilliance!

I had come from nowhere  -  I knew that  -  and

for sure was headed back to that very same place. 

I knew that too. This room was my last refuge;

so I pulled the plug on my internal light, and

let all the rest do its work for me, as the

sun come puttering in.