Out ahead of Dawn
Night creeps away,
Eternally banished to the edge of dark.
And Light rolls on
Making skeletons in deep shadow,
Then laying bare the forms of Being.
Shining Sun coats the turning planet,
As if Earth bastes herself, rotating on a spit.
And a billion photons per square inch, per second,
Roar out of the sun and penetrate everything.
We call the illumination LIFE.
Like a constant cresting wave,
Stationary in a forever East,
Light awakens LIFE around the Earth.
The Beauty of night and day;
The Miracle of warm and cold;
The Harmony of wet and dry;
The Balance of land and sea;
The Inspiration of color and sound;
The Satisfaction of breathing, and
The Mystery of a heart beating ARE NOT ACCIDENTAL.
Nor are the parents we have,
The precise mind, spirit, and emotions we contain,
The unique circumstances of our life,
The strange body we inhabit,
Or any of the choices we make, known and unknown.
Nope. Not Coincidence, either.
But we are the Puppet Masters, Even As we live our life being eager puppets.
