When morning comes
light will change our dreams,
the thoughts, the images
of the self we’ve known
and free us to the open sky.
Every fingered bead
and candle lit
leads us to that moment.
The hour and the day
or who will be there
no one knows,
yet it will come
sure as sunrise,
written upon the morning.
And the dawn comes up like thunder outer China cros’t the bay
Exquisitely perfect for this newly Don-ing day. Inwardly, regardless of outer weather patterns, we have before us, within us and all around us, sure as sunrise, a clear Sky and an open Heaven. The spirit of this poem is moving deep within me now.
No words, only gratitude for The Voice that speaks through you…
In Celebration, T
Master the insecurity of not knowing and welcome the sunrise………so very lovely. Thank you, Don! Sublime!
So beautiful. Thank you!!
A gem, lovely.
No one knows what is coming….so let’s welcome it all!!!!!
~ Ever Present ~
This poem rings true for me currently. Thanks Don and hello and hugs from Sunny Tsawwassen (my new home)
As sure as sunrise, the time will come when the Self is freed to the open sky. May the self greet this moment with serenity and grace, rejoicing in Heaven’s glory. Thank you, Don.
This was really beautiful. I loved it