The Master spoke… <br /> <br />Brethren, I speak to thee of Light: <br /> <br />The dark/cold void is dead, <br />The Light warm and life-giving <br /> <br />Verily I say unto thee, <br />Light be the very Essence of God, <br />Indeed, an Instrument of Creation <br /> <br />Every color is contained in a rainbow, <br />In a single droplet of gleaming dew <br /> <br />Observe how all life seeks the Face of God, <br />Ever reaching upward, toward Luminosity <br /> <br />Ye have but to look within thy soul or into, <br />The eyes of another for a flash of God Himself <br /> <br />Burn bright Sons and Daughters of My Sun, <br />Even death cannot extinguish Him from thy soul <br /> <br />God’s Light Everlasting… <br /> <br />ROTMS<br /><br />Ray Lucero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-speak-to-thee-of-light/
