The Spectacular Difference”

In the morning I mused

It won’t return, the magic of life
it won’t return
Suddenly in my house the sun
became alive for me
and the table with bread on it
gold
and the flower on the table
and the glasses
gold
And what happened to the sadness
In the sadness too, radiance. 

Zelda Schneurson Mishkovsky, “The Spectacular Difference”