That Day of Oh

Like white-lighting flashing across the ev'ning sky

that Day of Oh will whip forth from my mouth

Like hungry-eagles swooping down upon a meal

that Day of Oh will fly forth from my lips

Like sunbeam-mornings breaking fresh upon the day

that Day of Oh will shine from within my face

That Day of Oh will reveal the myst'ries weaving through my life

and hang upon the walls images laying about my soul

Then all scattered pieces  of my life's collage

will unfold and display the tapestry of my life

That Day of Oh will hail the birth of insights and wisdom

will cement the broken and scattered fragments along my path

molding a mosaic One Craftsman could have overseen

I'll be free to grasp the Darkness and harvest Awakened Light

Thoughts of Alan Jones:

-Contemplation (like art) requires of us a willingness to be transformed.

-"We either contemplate or we exploit."  We either see things and persons with reverence and awe,  and therefore treat them as genuinely other than ourselves; or, we appropriate them, and manipulate them for our own purposes.