Markings of the Masterful Sun
Dear Sun love You is me, Father,
A thought alights, where kings begun.
Touching mind, soul, heart flame,
Painting strokes that speak Your name.
Markings made to shape the day,
Masterful art enjoy me play.
I seed a living thought sow clear,
Willing self to draw imagining You hear.
Bringing freedom’s light, I now appear,
Beyond the now, beyond the ear.
Breathing thought, becoming form,
Within the storm, I am lightning.
No force shall stand, no breath command,
I imagine inspiring moving spirit, across all land, air, sea,
Yet being me a Father centric spark blessing thy Son,
Being certain you always one. Will.