Enlightenment
Is light but for
the learnèd few
to try and spell
unstriven?
No, heav’n would
bless all others too
and light’s a gift
from heaven,
the sun will with
the farmer go
the learnèd few
eschewing,
it best lights up
from top to toe
the one who’s up
and doing.
Is light the
planets’ sole domain
no sight and
speech possessing?
Is not the word
our mouth can frame
a light where
souls find blessing!
Thereby all
spirits we behold,
as sun’s rays bodies
brighten,
it strikes like
lightning in the soul
and does from
clouds enlighten.
Does light on
certain terms alone
deserve our praise
so poorly?
Is light not
everywhere a boon!
For it is life’s
eye surely!
Shall we because
of errant ways
in spirit’s vault
of heaven
on pitch-black
darkness rather gaze
than on sun’s
blazing beacon!
No, from the North
was never heard
that light we
would be dimming!
like northern
lights in free-born word
’twas seen in
heaven gleaming,
and shall at
northern pole be seen
not only here
’mongst mortals;
midsummer’s
valiant sun’s bright sheen
defies black
midnight’s portals!
Enlightenment
shall be our joy,
though reeds alone
be brightened,
but first and last
with common voice
may all life be
enlightened;
it has its source
in common deed
and grows as it is
tended,
may it our common
council feed
till evening star
is ended!
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