The Son's Rays
Not knowing can be better not to see sometimes,
the glare of the sun that blinds your eyes,
but fills your heart with warmth and comfort,
to just sit and enjoy and not have to wonder,
where it came from or how it works to exist,
that tries to take away from the joys of feeling its bliss,
just to sit and take a moment in the storms despair,
as the wind and rain hit you, to remember the sun's glare,
and put yourself in that place to intentionally feel,
the battle can rage on while your heart knows what is real,
if pain tries to settle, let peace and joy still remain,
existant in love can feel both in the same.
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