Bless the Morning

Now the morning whence I admit my becoming. Now the mourning of the lost night, the night lost inevitably to the rising son. Alas the day star shall arise in your heart, just open up to the possibility of greatness in your life, nay, may your experience be miraculous and each breath an assertion of the infallible and hope-filled. Light streaks down your path before you chela, step ahead each one step at a time but move on, progress and surely your day will come and your Son will rise. This is surely true and faith-filled.