This morning I raised the blind
Heavy clouds hung in the sky
In the distance dark, leafless trees
As my looking passed through the trunks
A bright fire-like light was there
As I stood, wondering,it was gone
Then in blinding light the sun appeared
Rose from behind the black cloud
I had to lower my gaze
It was not a silver lining
But a dazzling golden glow
Was this a glimpse of heaven?
