waking at 3 am
waking at 3:00 AM:
peeking through the frozen window
i touch the tumultuous privacy of artic chill
centering myself in God’s presence
i yield to the perfect whole –
growing aware of my true identity
and although it is frigidly cold
i am the beauty of a summer rose
as my desk chair grows sacred
in thought and as a part of God.
it is still dark and stars abide
singing mystical hymns
synergistically blending with
my Divine ideas from below
that stream through the cosmos
spreading soft Light
while the fruitful moon
frozen deep blue sky.
my internal song
creates golden pleasure.
Copyright © Rick Davis | Year Posted 2021
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