God’s Loveshine

By Ken Woodley

This morning,

amid the frost

of sunrise shadows

upon a child’s momentary vision of lingering star dust,

I feel the love shining in God’s eyes

for us all.

Not in the frozen silence of the uninvited ice

among autumn’s emptied gardens.

Nor in the way its cold crystals wordlessly rime our world.

But in the way, instead,

—when our eyes kneel next to our soul—

the end of dawn

scatters prisms of resurrection colors

like manna from heaven

before the frost melts

and becomes fallen tears

of deepest joy.

By Ken Woodley

This morning,
amid the frost
of sunrise shadows
upon a child’s momentary vision of lingering star dust,
I feel the love shining in God’s eyes
for us all.
Not in the frozen silence of the uninvited ice
among autumn’s emptied gardens.
Nor in the way its cold crystals wordlessly rime our world.
But in the way, instead,
—when our eyes kneel next to our soul—
the end of dawn
scatters prisms of resurrection colors
like manna from heaven
before the frost melts
and becomes fallen tears
of deepest joy.