Rising Son

I see a shining light hitting my face. It must be the sun. I hope it is the sun. I turn and tell the dreams be done. Let me be the rising son.

A rising son becomes the light. He is the shining light dispelling the night. As a son meets the sun just right. A morning miracle, such a sight.

-OM

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