The Light of Day

I am a child of light
And  my dealings with this age
And  its temporal values
Are not strong for I have
No  understanding of them - they are
Thin, brittle things of no
Weight and  in timelessness and the
Realm  of the sun they
Bear no thing towards the light
And  so I live here but
Lightly within their walls and
Commune   with my God  who
Tells me all I need to know
And  calls, and I answer him,
And  avoid all dealings with
The merchantmen  who
Palm the coin and sell their
Beings for metal pounds.  They are
Shrewd  those ones, dealing in their
Age, the youth of their kind
Away,  and blind to the
Streaming light of day.

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