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The ebon night
has slowly waned
and the peaking dawn
waxes as the horizon slowly
raises its eyelid releasing
a sleepy orange glow.
Slowly, the giant
earthly eyeball begins
to brightly shine morning
with its eternal visioning of life
and another perpendicular promise
has been given to another paralleling
ebony night had caused my soul to wander.
This phenomenal sequential
experience of over eighty years
can only be deemed a precious blessing
of continuousness in the labor of love
and service God has so assigned me.
Having once again risen
with the bright sun and
the resurrected enlightening
awareness His son has bestowed
upon me, I give thanks; beseechingly
requesting divine wisdom and divine
guidance in my mission purpose
service to my creator by being
of service to fellow beings
with whom I collectively and
fearlessly travel through the valleys
of the shadows of death in the molded
footprints His love has left for me to journey.
Thus, once more and again
may I, be an instrument
of God’s molding peace
and an ebon reflecting mirror
of His eternal love as I seek to be
as warm sunshine in someone’s life
and they likewise in mine as we dove
soar with bright eyes still on the prize
in a new dawning of rejoicing gladness:-