Light in darknesses’ delight

The light fading in to volumne
Intensity leaving the room
Energy never still reflecting till
infinity. Under the stone of the mill
perfectly fitting words tend to the ill
Until the end of malady and self affliction
are achieved. No rest unless the benediction
is said. In word and in our heads, in mind
The seeker will, with Gods’ help, find
The lost person may worsen if not
helped. So many who have got
this upon them selves, and every body else
is not blameless, in this game of selflessness
Except with the Saviour, none shall prosper
In name or in favour there is an honour
to all rites ritual or custom. The way down
is as real as the way anywhere around
The tree stands as ever to help
us remember of the tragedy without
which none would have been saved
Yet all are slaves until the voice
of the Master is hear’d proclaiming
the coming of the Heavenly most assuredly
Blessed of existances.
A coconut, a beach, a Lover within easy reach
The sand beneath your feet, an elegant smile
for every one we meet. An isle, a few miles
long. A water fall. The birds call
in an ever lasting Garden.
Every one may drink from the Fountain.
It is fed by streams coming from on the Mountain
The thunder at the top, the clouds
The voice coming out aloud
The sun rising out behind
The Saviour has come to find
me. And all. Together we rise
For the One rose from The Fall.


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