Bring Out the Gold!

Sweet starfruit lit up by the morning sun!

On and off,
Life shines her torch,
Of her fiery light,
Upon ‘We’!

Though we protest and whimper,
Though we struggle and wriggle,
That unrelenting torch,
Never lets us be!

And succeed it does,
In bringing out the gold,
Oh, kept so well hidden,
Deep within the strata of ‘We’!

Fortunate be ‘Thee’,
Shouldst though, but choose,
To bear the light,
And to know thyself as ‘He’!