A Celestial Burning

I give you an extract from a poem by Sylvia Plath, Black Rook in Rainy Weather, about how, if we pay attention, sometimes we'll see an angel descend into our quotidian lives, a miracle that hauls our eyelids up to see the beauty all around us:

... A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then —
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent

By bestowing largesse, honor
One might say love...

Gratefuls:
- the tiny glories of ordinary moments
- another day to recover in (though beginning to prepare for next guests)
- Mike's fresh bread, Manchego cheese, and cold red wine