In my cold dark bedroom,

early on that chilly morning,

blurred vision,

I’m tired.

Slowly opening the window,

heaven in front of me.

Mother nature’s show

wakes me up.

The sky was a fruit juice

on that cold morning:

strawberry,

orange,

pineapple,

and emotions.

Delightful.

Sumptuous.

Filled with peace and grace.

Holy Spirit coming down to Earth

on that cold morning.

A fluid of vivid colors

in an amazing degradée.

Alive.

Simple.

Unique.

Sunlight heating me up

on that cold morning.

It was as alluring as the paradise,

it was heaven!

Divine presence

on that cold morning.

Wind blowing kindly.

Trees dancing with it.

The dawn heating the world.

I met God

early on that cold morning.