Eternamite
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Beneath the brilliance of the morn's own sun,
I stand in stillness, where the day hath sprung.
Sun aloft, be thou my glowing guide,
Through light's warm clasp, with clarity I stride.
As a yeoman delights in the harvest's bounty,
So I render thanks for the fortitude within me stoutly.
For the obstacles o'ercome and the victories espied,
Like a field abounding with crops, verdant and wide.
In this tranquil moment, ere the day takes full flight,
I am the sentinel, with the daylight's luminous might.
Bless the implements I grasp, steadfast and leal,
Let my deeds be certain, my purpose with zeal.
For the tasks I complete, like a sunrise's tender light,
I wish their fruitfulness steady, their outcomes to alight.
Grant me favor as I weigh life's beams and scales,
In the dance of duty, where honour ne'er fails.
Thank thee for the blessing, the vigor I wield,
In the day's honest toil, across the expansive field.
May the soft day shine on my path ever bright,
As I fulfil my role, the bringer of light.
Amen.
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