Good Light Poem by Steve Wardrip

Show him to the door,
That ugly spirit,
Inform him forthright,
It is my Father's house.
It is my duty to protect it,
My chore to separate the chaff,
My journey to live in the house,
My joy to receive.
And giving, we know is for the living,
The sharing, the caring, the love.
For what is to live and be made from love,
and not rejoice the blessings with all?
So, brethren, sisters, family all,
Underline the good,
Let's have a ball,
Let's celebrate our creator in His awe.