Shine, little morning star.

The rush of the day will never erase your light.

Shine, for here is your center.

Wherever you are, you are here.

No matter what corner of the universe surrounds you.

Nor what hurricanes, nebulae, or voids.

You are the focus and origin of the infinite.

Of colors, suns, galaxies, and joys.

I bless you as the sacred one you are.

I don't sleep, devoted to feeling your divine grace here.

And on waking, the power of your essence lifts me up.

And in living, all I know is to be thankful that you exist.

And in loving you, all I know is to honor your splendid glory.

Shine, and no shyness allowed.

Here I am, smiling for you.