My Sun

With the rising of each sun,
I seek the Sun of Justice,
That coming up over hill or horizon,
He might climb the sky,
Shattering my limits, my lacks,
And poor persuasions.

O, Conqueror of Death,
And King of New Day,
Let nothing deter
Your mounting my sky.

As nothing could chain You in the Tomb,
Or dissuade Your Rising,
To pick up Life,
And surrmount High Heaven,
Here, at my beginning,
Call me forth.
With the Force of the Commingled,
And Communal Love,
That begot Thee,
For I choose Thee,
Thou, Who gave my soul substance without Matter,
Spirit without Space,
Dependant, only on Thee,
My Champion.

Love begot Thee.
Loves conceives in His Knowing,
And Love,
Takes wing,
To welcome me,
One God,
Thee, My Three,
Now regarding me.

O, Sun of Justice,
Arise, and in me , ever be.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Dreams Dreamt Before

Oh, I’ve waken to new sunshine of dawns risen o’er the hills.
I’ve swum in quivering rivers, and climbed in flight as gulls.
I’ve shown bright with each moonlight, and fallen with each star.
I’ve feathered clouds with soft down and sprinkled rain afar,
I’ve snuggled to a blade of grass, and clutched a rose as dew.
I’ve painted rainbows ‘cross the sky and lavished them with hr.
I’ve suckled sweetness from a bloom and fluttered free to soar. I’ve slept beneath the Tree of Life,
and dreamt these dreams before.

c 1984 Joann Nelander