First Light

With the days lengthening, first light in our east-facing bedroom window is at a gentle time - but still sometimes a challenge, as this short poem reflects. 

Glimmering rays
stream through
a crack in my curtains, 
to rest upon my unseeing eye.

I prise open
a single lid
to be startled by glory.

Over a further 
half-hour of struggle,
(and sometimes longer)
I repeat the exercise,
again and again,
gradually delighting more
at the myriad changes
in an exquisite sliver of sky-scape.
Time has come to embrace my day
and place it in the hands of God.