The Dawning Sun

Dearest Master,

I love all of your creation
For there is nothing
In the creation
That is not You.

What a different picture
You paint for me
Than the ancient religions of yore.

Here I am seen, by You,
As your own sweet love
Dancing just outside the shadow
Of Your temple.

Then -

When I enter Your temple
The radiance of your light
Reflects on my inner screen,
As your music fills my concert hall.

At last -

The sun has dawned
On the dark night of my ignorance.