Glory of Life
The beautiful beacon came up again;
perfectly ascending to the zenith
where his grace showed up beneath the heaven.
His eyes gazed at the mountain of cool breath;
as well as at the sea that knew no death.
He enjoyed watching the view from above;
contemplating the greatest gift of love.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2022
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