RA

There's a lesson in not looking at THE SUN.

SHE gives EVERYTHING, to all of us.

But if You look at HER, in all HER vivid wonder, SHE burns Your eyes out.

The Choice,  of AMORE, is HERS.

We, Humbly, bow our eyes, pray, and receive.

But the cards we're played - even those we try to see - are HERS.

We Cannot grace tomorrow, only know, that it comes, and hope we're with 

Yet another day.

MOTHER, has HER cards. 

SHE plays them.

The game can never be lost.

We grow, under HER light, always.

Tomorrow Comes. 

DAD