skylight

Above the bed it hangs
Looking out to the night,
Welcoming the sun each dawn.

As I lie here
My thoughts miles away with you,
I remember that beneath each star,
Beneath each moon,
Beneath each morning that rises,
The same Son looks down on you,
From the same sky.

And I know we are secure,
Under this skylight.

for J

sč
Prague, 2000