Effort
14 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 6, 2006
Morning
the glory of dawn scatters night’s terrors,
the sun of faith rises
over the eastern mountains.
I rise
my right knee stiff
from the long sleep,
hurts with the effort of rising.
Then I see the splendor
of the Beloved
and the healing warm of love
flows through my body
transforming
the pain into blissful joy.
Morning
the glory of dawn scatters night’s terrors,
the sun of faith rises
over the eastern mountains.
I rise
my right knee stiff
from the long sleep,
hurts with the effort of rising.
Then I see the splendor
of the Beloved
and the healing warm of love
flows through my body
transforming
the pain into blissful joy.
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