The morning orb of light ascends to all
Who choose to see its rays from deep within.
Beyond the clouds of doubt and evening’s fall
There shines a knowing thought that must begin.
So many times in life we tread the path
Below the canopy of spirit’s light.
How many times have we ignored the lash
Of truth to stay as dogma’s parasite?
Live in the now beneath the sphere of grace
And let all judgments go to where they end
And know that all we see, is in its place
Despite the fact we may not comprehend.
Rejoice my friends, the world’s bathed in love
We see it clearly, in the light above.