Monday, 26 July 2010


This perfect order

Of day and night

The sun blazes the morn

With golden light

Steps in the moon

Demure like a bride

Sprinkle of stars

Like a sequined sheet

The splatter of a brush

Strokes so rich and neat

The divine hand hath

In careworn delight

Bestowed his blessings

With splendour abound

We have nothing to lose

Nothing to win

Close your eyes

Forgive your sins

Take a deep breath

Realize Him within

Unto Him you belong

Unto Him you begin

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