Bright Room

The sun sets in the west

(As you know).

What you may not know

Is the wisdom

Of whoever decided

To build all the houses

On our street

Westward facing,

So we might behold

In our sun-blinded, enlightened

Bedrooms something of the glory,

Each evening,

Of that first morning,

When the angels sang

And God said,

“It is good.”

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