Sunday Prose

[Timothy Gega]

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This day is yours, but it belongs to me.<o:p></o:p>

You kiss my skin down by the sea.<o:p></o:p>

From out of the East you start each day.<o:p></o:p>

My Celestial God, never go away.<o:p></o:p>

You start my days with a crack of light.<o:p></o:p>

Your midday rays so hot and bright.<o:p></o:p>

Your solar flares are mighty and true,<o:p></o:p>

'Tis why I dare not look upon you.<o:p></o:p>

The trees reach up to touch your face,<o:p></o:p>

While I hold fast to this magnetic place.<o:p></o:p>

You're Celestial King of my deep blue sky,<o:p></o:p>

Blessing day after day as you go by.<o:p></o:p>

I call you God, because you're just One,<o:p></o:p>

In Mother Moon's reflection, I am Your son.<o:p></o:p>

Gloomy days are illuminated with colorful Rainbows,<o:p></o:p>

The Colors of Life, in a pure Spiritual Prose.<o:p></o:p>

Your descending dome fills my heart's desire,<o:p></o:p>

Lights the sky above like an evening's fire.<o:p></o:p>

This Earth is where we rest our heads,<o:p></o:p>

You both have provided us a beautiful bed.<o:p></o:p>

I'm grateful for your burning presence,<o:p></o:p>

Right here I will remain your personal essence.<o:p></o:p>

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©2007 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>