“i Speak To Thee Of Light”
The Master spoke…
Brethren, I speak to thee of Light:
The dark/cold void is dead,
The Light warm and life-giving
Verily I say unto thee,
Light be the very Essence of God,
Indeed, an Instrument of Creation
Every color is contained in a rainbow,
In a single droplet of gleaming dew
Observe how all life seeks the Face of God,
Ever reaching upward, toward Luminosity
Ye have but to look within thy soul or into,
The eyes of another for a flash of God Himself
Burn bright Sons and Daughters of My Sun,
Even death cannot extinguish Him from thy soul
God’s Light Everlasting…
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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