prose

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

It will stay orange,as long as it awakening  , in a  color it doesn't know- it 
doesn't take on anything-  Whose light it 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.
And its enough.......
To praise this glory-

Timeless days will 
pass 
Stay with me
be me

Let no tongue  defile
Let no darkness come 
Your light
Breathe me- 
oh holy spirit
Lov-
I am !!!!!!!!!


Its always been in the silence
Kmg