. I’ve had my day of death My day of grief’s initiation I’ve seen the spirit’s Reformation All I ask Is a daily celebration To awe The rebel ego To prayer and service Jubilation. .
It is by steps We travel the spiritual way Not always A sudden transfiguration But the wings of angels Point the way To the endlessness Of joy in celebration.
The ebullience of colour Radiant dance on a chromatic canvass As if life was a constant revelation Of joy, beauty, celebration.
Be absorbed in that blessed love . Blazing in your Soul . That fires such sweetness Such devotion . Know nothing But that heavenly song . Flaming in your Heart . In endless Celebration. .
. The dance Of joy . Is the creative Presence . Of God In the heart . And of all Creation . Mystical participation In life . A universal Celebration. .
Gazing At the glowing . Icon Of life . Mother And child . Reflected In timeless celebration . Of love, of hope Of consolation. Fyodorove, 'Hope, Intercession and Consolation'
This morning the soul is the bird That perches and sings With the joy of a new celebration - Daylight has come, arisen anew And the world is a new creation.