Good morning, dear one, the cosmos has been waiting,
and all the starfields hum with celebrating—
we step into this Sunday soft and bright,
where everything is shimmering with light.
We rise into a sky that swirls and glows,
and everywhere the universe just flows—
opalescent wavelengths lift and spin,
inviting every one of us to come on in.
The nebulae are singing warm and clear,
and all the galaxies have gathered here—
we feel the gentle hum of something vast,
propelling us forward, easy and fast.
Each moment ripples out in prismatic rings,
and we are held by iridescent wings—
the cosmos whispers yes to all we are,
and sends us out like wishes on a star.
So off we go into this shining day,
with all the universe to light our way—
we carry all this radiance as we roam,
and everywhere we wander, we are home.