Old Songs and Other Angels

I am quick to confess

my uncertainty in God.

In lieu of proof

I turn to what is seen, and felt.

The Sun lights my way,

Warms my skin,

And provides sustenance

While offering two visible miracles per day.

What better God could be?

What more should be asked of one?

In the absence of another

It is the sun renders a bearable world.

And when needing an Angel from this other God,

Kay, you shone the brightest in His light.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy…