Sitting in a room.
The outside is bright; the sun is out.
Light on the green grass through the window.
Why here writing? Why here in darkness?
Only dark compared to outside.
I write to make seen what is inside.
Outside may stream of light but inside is where I live
Inside my head and heart.
Inside my thoughts and feelings.
Inside my spirit filled by His Spirit.
Sometimes the outside is easier.
Sometimes the inside carries pain.
I sit in a room; it is dark
I fling open the curtains and drapes
Light floods in
I see more clearly and inspirationally
This is my perfect day
A day of darkness and light
A day of shadow and sun
A day of thankfulness and learning
I sit in a room to write
It is not so dark now!