This Light That Doth Shine On My Face - Poem by Simon Jackson
This light that doth shine on my face
rising from the east and setting in the west
regular, like clockwork, as people say.
Its joy and radiance can be stolen by none,
it is peace and always reliable.
No government, thief or grouchy old man may steal
its brilliance from those it touches.
This light that doth shine on their faces
and makes them beam in the glory.
The glow christens their cheeks, drying tears,
herald of glee and jubilation.
It can't be bought by the fat cats or the snobs,
being disseminated on all, like rain, but warm
its blaze filling and delivering to all.
This light that doth shine on the world
does not care about gender cast or creed
and radiates on all of us equally.
This splendor is all that we can share
and all that we can use to establish a commonality,
since nothing else is the same for everyone.
Relinquishing the celestial energy
it glistens on your eyes and nose.
This light doth shine on your face too
leaving only warmth on your cheeks.
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