A BERYL BLUE cup of Morning Glory bloom,
Sips freshly sunkissed dew to beckon morn.
The rosey cheeked blushing hue of aureate dawn,
Awakens dozey souls, dissolving doom like gloom.
Today is close woven on time's ever shuttling loom,
A trudge in blood-red poppy fields midst golden corn,
Wakens sleeper from dream like sleep to new life reborn.
He dwells in Self, contented in his cloistered room.
He meditates on profound Sage wisdom, so
Giving thanks to God for all 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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