Thursday, 10 December 2015

96.) From A Dawning . . .




From a dawning that could not be held back
From a source no man could fathom
Love spilling from the well within
Coming trickling beneath the door . . .

Light was brightly shining in its silver folds
Gathering strength as it went
Sweeping away the rot as it travelled onwards
In restoring glimpses of a former glory . . .

And seeking in full measure – finding places
It could fill and establish with its selfless self
It achieved its end and multiplied itself:
Taking up a torch and igniting the world




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