This Morning. Poem by Tony Adah

This morning
I took up my dog-eared bible
To look up a verse
And console myself
I was blinded by the outage
Of public electric supply.
I turned to my heart burning bright
Searching for what my ears
Would want to hear
And console my soul
I swerve my attention to the outside
Where birds are twittering
And mist is dropping by the roof edge
My heart is gold
And my heart is silver
Outside again the mist is gone
The east smiling with the sun
From the blushing horizon
In my room
Brightness has even alighted
Glowing like the hope
I harbour in my heart.