Who can take your crown
said the sun rising in the south?
The earth is your lover, the deep sea
and morning star your friends.
Why give yourself to desolation?
As if awakening from a dream,
one filled with sorrow and despair,
I let the great power enter once more,
the golden thread of the eternal
pour down into this humble clay.
Lifted, what shone forth
was like the earth, the sea
and the bright morning star,
the one and only glory
freely given and received.
Happy Thanksgiving Don!
Don – with great power, these eternal words sound a silver chord along woven threads connecting dark earth and white root to morning star and golden crown, and I am thankful
First thing, every morning…gratitude. For me, it is the portal through which flows Love. Sorrow and depression may still be present, but I use them as reminders to keep Love’s portal open.
Thanks, Don. Perfect poem for this day, these times.
How wonderful to find this today among my morning emails! Wedged between all the electronic cries for tomorrow’s bargains awaiting me this gem rested, a compelling reminder of what holds true value.