Solar Ball

 

“Glowing candle, no torch in sight,
Glowing orb filled with might,
Blessing wax as the sun
Rises full on green one.

 

All is seen, stands revealed;
Sun has risen, earth stands still.
All the mountains of man’s doubt
Melt as wax when wick’s about.

 

When wick is lighted, flame is found;
Wax comes tumbling to the ground.
When the ground is green, as planned.
There is the fertile soil I AM.

 

In that knowing, barrier falls
And leaves only glowing Solar Ball.

 

– Kenneth G. Mills, Anticipations, Pg. 62

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