Journal Sonnet

Singing songs all through the night.
A torrent of drumbeats filling the air.
Awake in prayer until dawn’s light
bursts onto the horizon.
A song of hope and one of sadness
turning our zeal into sparks of gold.
A song of clarity and one of madness.
Always an endless turning.
Leading us to the timeless singing,
the path we take is the path of God.
It’s not the taking, but the bringing
of Light into the world.
Time for labor and for contemplation.
Time for servitude and for emancipation.

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