When the sun comes up
tomorrow what do we hope
it will shine upon?
~
May the blinding light
of reason illuminate
the darkest fears of the right.
When the sun comes up
tomorrow what do we hope
it will shine upon?
~
May the blinding light
of reason illuminate
the darkest fears of the right.
On these sunlit days
when even the grouchiest
smile, what is ours to do?
~
We could join them, like
Iguanas, and bask on some
sun warmed stones, leisurely.
And when that light shines,
What manner of creepy things
Will scurry for deeper clefts?
~
When light reaches breadth
and depth, perhaps then creepy
things will be transformed.
When every which way
we look, we can only see
dark dead-ends, what then?
~
Then, perhaps, the time
is ripe, to cast a little
light into those dark corners.
So tell me, my fine
son, how can we still shine when
our light has grown dim ?
~
“Luminous beings
Are we, not this crude matter.”
Our glow, inexhaustible.