Shema

The milky morning’s Saturn haze Haloed the sun’s neonate phase Seize the warmth, Hail to The Light! No waspish thoughts to sting nor bite this soft and cheerful face. Shades to shadows stir and shift saddened loss is set adrift Kissed by the morn, cajoled, embraced To block the sun is vacuumed waste over sad umbrella-ed minds. Must feel the breeze, cherish the day Won’t do to crawl an endless maze Confined or caged by bars of love clips wings from angels and doves Freed, they find their way back Home to God. Make no routine of daily blight Self inflicted sores or tearing bites We must assist the ones who’ve gone and love by prayer is never wrong A sacred sharing with The Lord.