Touched by the Light

Early morning

the mountain looms

darkly

framed by a sky

suggesting blue

but not yet

kissed by the sun

and so unwakened

only hints at the brilliance to come

vagueness and grayness 

rule

the blackness of rock and trees

the white of snow

muted

and then

as if the Sacred had reached out his hand

and with just the tip of his finger

gently touched

a point of light

kisses the most

jagged and broken part

and the slumbering mountain

comes to life

as the grayness 

is transformed to

pure white

and variegated greens

and pinks

and yellows

 

ah

the touch

the merest touch of God's love

is enough

 

to change everything