It is a bright morning
Okay it is yet that time of the morning when it is all white
At least in the sky
It is not yet at the full measure of its burning
Because when the time when the light shines its brightest
There are no shadows
Ever heard about the time when all shadows are under the foot
at 12 noon
That is where I am headed
“as the first gleam of day, shining ever brighter…till the day is perfect
I am on my way there.
The light appears tiny
It keeps growing bigger and brighter
It keeps growing and growing and growing
“The path of the righteous (me, mine) is as the first gleam of day, shining ever brighter until the perfect day“.