He comes to Meet me at Dawn

He comes to meet me at Dawn,

Dressed in motely adorned with,

Mesmerising golden colours,

He loves not only me,

He loves all who live with me on this Earth.

Black or White, devilish or Devine,

Drenched in crime, He loves all.

He gives His golden shadow everywhere.

Sometimes He forgives a cruelest deed,

Sometimes He punishes at the very first and smallest misdeed.

They forget His instructions,

They forget His benign gifts,

If one small thing is missing in life’s routine,

They fall deep in sorrow,

Do not think of tomorrow,

Which can be as bright as yesterday,

If you pick up your wisdom’s arrow,

And shoot each thought that leads to wrong ways

That will brighten your each day.

◄ PRACTICALLY MESSIANIC POETRY

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