Mithraea's Morning Glory

Knelt in restful reverence
atop the lighthouse,
pride of Muurn,

the congregation waits to watch
the rays of red
that'll chime the dawn

as bells call clearly from Cyrene
to celebrate the humble prayer,

which whispers through the morning breeze
as ancient as the salty seas
where waves send kisses to the skies

as morning light brings tender traces
of Mithraea's gentle care.

The sunshine wakes the sleeping soul
with promises in golden gleam
at the horizon of her life

where light turns true
her deepest dreams.


Softly shining morning glows
paint watery scenes
in soothing hues

as whistled tunes by rising rails
reveal their feathered breakfast swim

while the liquid of the lake
bubbles with breath
of breaking dawn

where reeds are played
by waking winds

to sweep their song
into the skies.

The sunshine wakes the sleeping soul
with promises in golden gleam
at the horizon of her life

where light turns true
her deepest dreams.


Mithraea's crown reveals Her glory
in the glittering morning glow

as song grows strong inside Her rays
to bathe the world
with holy hymns,

which spread out far across the lands
to lift the dark
with blessed light

and reach for noon
which blinding brightness

soaking souls in rapture
as Her touch trembles their theme.

The sunshine wakes the sleeping soul
with promises in golden gleam
at the horizon of her life
where light turns true her deepest dreams

to reach through faith and confidence
the peak of live,
creation's crest

and bask under the radiant rays
of Mithraea's morning glory.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Lupar, in the year 457 AF.