I saw the smiling morning star
Above the silhouetted trees;
Sending its cool rays silently
Upon the earth’s fields and leas;
And into my inquiring eyes.
To my bed I went with questions
Without answers did I wake;
Dawn to dusk, night to morning
The grounds of my mind I rake;
No replies come to my whys!
I hear a distant voice from afar
Floating to me on the rays near;
Let your being relax and rest
In God’s kind hands without fear;
In His bosom lie your soul’s cries.
Some days I’m called Morning Star
To Evening Star some days I’ll turn;
I am a vagabond planet, not a star
To face
the fireball, to singe and burn;
My
meaning in creation that flies!
Xavier
Bage
Wed, 29
November 29, 2017
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