Holy light

There was a light in the Eastern Sky that beckoned to me
I presumed it was the usual sun and ignored its entreaty
But the light was not harsh as from the giant yellow star
I could look directly at it and not be blinded from afar

It was a magical light that constantly accompanied self
While I went about my daily activities it followed in step
My routine was filled with many activities and worries
At times I was active and at other times caught in reverie

Sometimes yearning set in and I longed for a specific result
And when that didnt transpire I groaned in deep disgust
I was always quick to castigate myself and be a good critic
There was no dearth of drama in the long saga of life's epic

Such was my preoccupation with life's mundane routine
That I never had time to look up and see the light pristine
It never faded inspite of my callous disregard of its value
My entire life from birth to death was illumined by its view