A beryl blue cup of Morning Glory bloom,
Sips freshly sunkissed dew, beckoning the morn;
Rosey red cheeked blushing hue of aureate dawn,
Awakens dozey souls, dissolving doomlike gloom.
Today is close woven on times ever shuttling loom;
A trudge in fields of blood red poppies, midst golden corn,
Wakens poet, from hypnotic sleep to new life, reborn.
He dwells in Self, contented, in his cloistered room,
Meditating on profound Indian Sage wisdom; so
Giving thanks to God for blessed bounteous gifts,
Bringing Him closer and closer, now to know
Intense awareness: soul's misty veil soon lifts.
The brilliance of sunlight is God's highest wonder,
Shattering soul's frosty window panes asunder.
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