First Day
The first thing I do
Is scope the day
Maybe I suss out
How I’m feeling
Unconsciously, I think
Of God
S: How can you do
With any awareness
An unconscious thing?
How can I not
Look out the window
See the wide dark
Bend of branches
Reaching up toward
Undefined scenery
Behind
And not think about
Even in my fuzzied
State of waking up
Who made it all, the
Unclear parts, too
S: Well
Well, nothing—I
Think of God
And when the light
Gets bigger with
Some yellow, I’ll
Think better
clcouch123 
April 22, 2016 at 5:43 pm
Love this. There is always the presence of the unexplainable in life and God made that but he also makes what we understand. Yet, we understand more through him, and will understand even more when we are close to him, when we reach that final light. Philosophical and true!
April 23, 2016 at 7:45 pm
I’m delighted you see truth in this–and philosophy. You emphasize in your work the person and place of God. Maybe fuzzied means the glass that we see through darkly for now, as Saint Paul says–knowing that one day all will be clear. I hadn’t through of that until reading your response. Thanks for your insight as well as your faithful view.