Sonrise
A marching band that radiates no vibration
A parade celebrating ancient whispers
Time in procession lifts the weightless Lamp
This 'All Together’ gathering
like a billion sparks thrown at once
blaze to make a point
and they illuminate our purpose
The Little Ones in mass inform us
joining hands they beam to warn us
Not to stare so intently at the Son
lest we go blind, cower
and lose our focus
