Let The Light On Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Slowly from behind the mountains
The sun rises
Spreading an inefable splendour of colours below.

I thrill to the touch of the subtle rays
As they gently pass me by
Carried on the wings of a vagrant breeze.

And I stop
And listen.
There was a sound there,
There was a voice, light, deep and profound,
A chant, unsyllabled
that says let the light on!

A voice in the leaves and in the breeze,
In the cascade below the hills
Calling from the cracks of mountain rocks!

A voice in the air as the birds dive across the blue sky
A voice in the bush as flowers bloom
A voice in the air as the frolicsome bee hungrily thirsts for honey

A song in the infinite and open firmament
As the maker plays on his flute
And the night sky explodes in an exuberance of smiling lights.

As I look into my heart to find my own little song of light,
I cry
My heart whimpers and sobs
And with all my God given might

In the waking woodland I raise my voice to all the hearts
Let the light on
For ever
And for ever.