When the Dark Night of the Soul is done
And the weary sands of disbelief have run
And the broken-hearted, haunted night has gone
Comes the Morning, comes the Dawn.
In the hiss of the dust and the roar of the dew
You will be there with us, we will be there with you
We shall see the tide of life returning
And we shall be together in God's Morning.
Those who die to fear and envy, those who die to hate and lies
They shall know the joy of plenty, they shall see the spirit rise;
They shall know the quiet splendor that blessed the Earth in Galilee
They shall know the deep surrender that woke beneath the Buddha's tree:
They shall see the tide of life returning
They shall live forever in God's Morning
They shall live forever in God's Morning.
I bid you Peace.
The time is always NOW. Breath In. Breath Out. Move On.