This is your day, Divinity
Not ours to moan and cry
We should be rejoicing
Not voicing
Our fears and ego’s claims
On why and how did this or that
Become our life.

Each day is Yours 
All good is there, and here
Blessings raining down
Each day is brimful for 
Our cupped hands
To be enhanced, to know the gold.

A haven that remains in place
Regardless of the view
For us to pick and choose
The parts we wish to make 
our own
To see beneath the veil 
And make ourselves completely whole.