Everyday's Commands

Dance in the moonlight
In trance, receive grace divine
Hidden from most, a tome
Containing secrets of day and night

Sing around the campfire
Of old tales and homes
Lending strength to fathers
And sons, when their need is dire

Laugh in the basking sun
That warms every heart
Days smell of opportunities
Of which none should be shunned

Pray to thy own God
For everyone has a different one
A dozen, yet they are all the same
And nothing but a rich melting pot

Bless everyone and everything
As if it were thine own children
Playing on the green meadows
Next to their beloved fairy ring

Love every given and taken life
Including thy extraordinary own  
For what use is it to lose it
And become Lot's wife?

Treasure the moments given to thee
Because thou dost not yet know
Whether or not thou wilt get another
To be forgetful of life's debris

Decide thy own fate
Thine own will is that which matters
For everything changes
And nothing is ever too late