I hunger
for the sun, my glistening beacon, and its protective wings of love.
At
times I can truly feel its grace, burning a candled warmth oh so bright,
Spreading
awing wildfire into these fogged valleys and shadowed realms,
Sparking
passion's nectar-lit lamps with a pure and ambrosial light.
When
the sun becomes cloud-hidden and my windows remain heavily curtained,
Dreary-misted
days drag on forever, shading this poor, wilted soul.
Oh
how I long for its blazing, rainbow-touched kiss to stream through,
Radiating
its rich, luminous strength and restoring me, ripen and whole.
When
the day is cloudless and blue palettes of truth paint my soul's canvas,
There
is such peaceful comfort knowing the blessed sun is again smiling here.
Ah,
having this guardian angel glow and to frolic in its innocent warmth,
Erasing
all of night's darkened terror and melting away the frostbitten fear.
My spirit
lifts each morn in springful hope as the sun peers from horizon's edge
Freely
offering a fresh, summered-world of vibrant, crystal-clear essence.
I stand
here humbled, ready to discard this wintry, threadbare parasol-
Grasp
its open hand, and begin anew - with a golden waltz in its heavenly presence.
-Lucid
©
Where
true love bestows its sweetness,
Where
true friendhip lays its hand,
Dwells
all greatness, all completeness,
All
the wealth of every land.
Through
Love to Light
Through
love to light! Oh! wonderful the way,
That
leads from darkness to the perfect day!
From
darkness and from sorrow of the night
To
morning that comes singing o'er the sea.
-R.W.
Gilder
Where
Darkness Meets the Light
Before
the sun fully rises and right before the sun sets, there exists a special
moment
in time that is frozen. We see the emergence of light and then the
disappearance
of it. Within this time frame, we are at our most active levels.
But
what about
those few precious moments when we encounter the shadows? Do we know
what lies
behind them or do we even care? Are we scared of it or do we rush
forward to embrace
the unknown?
We walk
the fine line of light and sometimes we slip, perhaps intentionally
toward the side which we normally try to avoid. What becomes of us
at that point?
Who have we become and who do we feel we are going to be?
The
sun is rising, we meet today head-on with fire in our eyes. The sun
is setting,
we see the fire starting to smolder and eventually extinguish.
What
do we have to do
to stoke the fire, to keep it burning all the time? Can we stand
the heat or handle the consequences
of the eternal flame?
The
answer lies out there for those who care enough
to ask the questions...
Prepared
for what is there?
-Py
Thagoras ©
"And
when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a
shadow to another light..."
"...
Let these be your desires: