The sky of life is partial to no star;
Its glorious sun shines ever warm and bright,
While like the eagles flying skyward, free,
Blithe spirits move, faltering not in flight.
The stars of hope and faith and charity
Are those that are but mostly spoken of,
But there are countless other stars to watch —
The living fragments of the force of Love.
Clouds may conceal the grandeur of the sun,
Only for it to come up once again
To demonstrate its pure, celestial worth,
After the falling of life’s dampening rain.
And if one dreams of things that seem remote,
It is because ones soul sees with an eye
That scans the vast expanse of time and space
For that sweet vision that it may come by.
Somewhere within the precinct of ones life
There lies a goal that some day one may find;
Reality begins but with a dream
That germinates within the searching mind.
The sun must rise and set in its own time,
Then rise again to claim its place above;
The sky of life can boast of its own sun —
The warming presence of the force of Love!