We share with you this offering from poet and contemplative Elizabeth B. Rooney as we peek attentively through summer’s front door:
Morning Light
Perhaps the light in heaven Will be like The light on a June morning Where it comes Slanting across the fields, Gilding the green And shoots straight through The window facing east.
Released within the room It penetrates The green shirt Hanging from a bureau drawer, The socks and loafers Heaped upon the floor. Everything gleams with gold, Transformed As we shall be When morning comes for us And God’s great love Illuminates our souls And sets us free.