Still the Sun Doth Shine Upon Us All

Still the Sun Doth Shine Upon Us All by J.B. Pravda

Though adjudged slow, quick, sullied, storied, done-in, uplifted, weak,
yea, all other fleshly states worn upon mortality's frame

She, Universe, showers Life's great material aureole glowingly on high,
vaunted, mendicant, low, All;

And, yet, in our cloistered mind's eye, foggy with conceits unnumber-ed
do We strive to bask alone in Her embrace, Sun alone upon our favored
face

Already blind, blinded seek we All to Be, but for the thought 'She
shines, alone, for Me!';

And, still, the Sun doth shine upon us All.

And, in Her Child's life-giving waves of radiance, still She calls unto
cosmic dance, Those who, will still but wonder, with Her
glance&;#8230;.

Falling on frail covering, ever-loving,
hovering&;#8230;&;#8230;.perhaps, indeed, She also shines for
thee&;#8230;AND Me.