Thursday, May 11, 2023


sunset: a 2021 photo by gillena cox
 For nougth but day, the light doth shine;
 Stars move in easy pace, to spaces bound;
 Look not toward heaven, with sad divine;
 Within the mind, there dwells, honed report; 
Thy heart, cherubic as the light doth shine;
 In this, the transience of mortal blight 
Why searcheth far away, to places not of thine; 
Here now he dwells , while amongst as afar;
 A wasteful effort, an insult, the searching
The wild daisy thrives in heat and wind,
Generous charity, for the light doth shine.

Munificence: a Fold © gillena cox 2015
 [first posted HERE ]