The sky of life
is partial to no star;
Its glorious sun
shines ever warm and bright,
While like the eagles
flying skyward, free,
Blithe spirits move
and falter not in flight.
The stars of hope
and faith and charity
Are those that are
but mostly spoken of,
But there are countless
other stars to watch –
Living fragments
of the force of Love.
Clouds may conceal
the grandeur of the sun,
Only for it
to come up once again
To demonstrate
its pure, celestial worth
After the falling
of life’s dampening rain.
If one dreams
of things that seem remote,
It is because
ones soul sees with an eye
Scanning the vast
expanse of time and space
For that sweet vision
that it may come by.
Somewhere within
the purview of ones life,
Thereis a goal
some day, one may find,
Reality begins
but with a dream
That germinates
within the searching mind.
The sun must rise
and setin its own time;
Rise again
to claim its place above;
The sky of life
can boast of its own sun –
The warming presence
of the force of Love.