Poetry

Oh Venus, bright morning star
Glimmer of the dawn radiant
Diamond seen from afar,
Your light I look upon
To still the troubles of the night.
Through these shadows
I see into your majesty bright.

The smoke that rises from the flame
Signifies the sun shining through the rain.

It is the thorns that bring forth
The glory of the rose

And the spring that is born
Out of the well of winters woes.

Discord raises awareness of melody
As ugliness traces beauty.

You are a garden oasis that rises
From the dust of this wilderness.

The valleys of this life
Allow me to gaze upon
Your mountain heights.

Star of vision and power
Give me hope, in this my dark hour.