prose redefined

Heaven is awakening  in the morning
Its fire. Though it doesn't warm, it rises and speaks of itself thru it all.

It will stay orange, unto itself, who color doesn't take on anything. Whose 
light brings into sight, what one might not have seen

Heaven on earth
If only in the morning time
Connecting mornings with another
And for the briefest moment-
We are one with it all.
Timeless days will pass til
We meet again-
Stay with me
be me

Let no tongue  defile
Let no darkness come into
Your light
Breathe me- oh holy spirit
Lov-