The Light of Love
It is by the light of love re-birth unfolds,
A tonic of just course and common events;
Touched by the grace of the knowledge of the one,
Chiseled from fate and molded into destiny,
Like being the image looking back through the mirror,
Objective thought carried on the waves of time;
The blank slate with a mission on the way to death,
A site unblemished without hate, fury or envy.
We carry our flag drenched in an epic story of our ego’s quest,
Towards a singular haven at the conception of our being;
Liquid rainbow colors floating our forms in divine pleasure,
Hearts pounding in symmetry to the whispers of angelic wings.
A prayer of wishful grace absorbed in our mind’s eye,
Where truth is but a lip ness test open to subjective thought;
Ending at the core of our moral and ethical ideals,
As re-birth unfolds upon us by the very light of love.
Copyright © Richard Clarke | Year Posted 2007
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