Light spills out through the canopy,
. . . The dawn of a brand new day
. . . Cascading sunbeams brush the
canvas
. . . as a new world awaits
Earth is aroused from it's deep and
. . . dark slumber
. . . And life begins to live and
. . . breathe with wonder
Time and Time again,
. . . Life has been painted this way
. . . Each day a blank canvas that is
ours to create
Love pours itself out in much the same
way
. . . We are the canvas on which it
begins to paint
Opened hearts are emptied, to fill
another's need
. . . Reaching out in love,
. . . To plant the love bearing seed
Vacant earthly temples are occupied
once again.
. . . In both word and deed,
. . . The heart begins to live again
Everything is new, the past is cast
away
. . . Once again the heart is filled,
. . . By another's gift of grace.
It is in what we give, not what we
receive
. . . That will open the heart,
. . . And let it live and breathe
Now, look up, then down, a mystery to
See
. . . The secrect to life now known,
. . . . . Let all who read,
believe
©steve-
S