Light like a blessing

When morning comes,
the sun pours in
and all the light
of the previous night
comes flowing in as well;
a surge of memory
ebbs and flows
like the waves that lap the shore
below these cabin walls.
And light,
like a blessing
echoes in my heart,
a gentle blaze
of reverent wonder
that music heals, and with persistence
we can achieve our goals;
that some traditions
continue to awaken hearts;
that love contines
to accept, and forgive
and bless all who enter here.


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