The Morning Sun

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.

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