The Sacred At The Heart Of The Reality. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Every morning when i wake up
everything is born again.
It is the astounding grace-filled
world of color, shape and texture.

Every morning with its beauty
is a pure gift of God to me.

I thank the Almighty
for this amazing day,
for the nature,
for the sense of the infinite.

I gaze and see anew.
I open the eyes of my heart
and the eyes of my memory.

We see beyond and beneath.

In the whole panorama
of goodness and beauty
we recognize The sacred
at the heart of the reality.