Where the Light of Karma Falls

 

Where the Light of Karma Falls

Beautiful Karma, each day around the globe she glides,

Above indifferent skies, beyond each horizon she slides.

Steadfastly watching over us, her pull attuned to tides,

Reflecting the sun’s radiant light wherever darkness hides.

Some have said that Karma is a bitch, like some cruel tune,

Shining her indifferent light through the phases of the moon.

 

A mysterious angel watches over me — Karma is her name,

Others say, “A gift of God!” and I love her just the same.

She was sent down to right the wrongs in her silent crusade,

Against the evil of mankind and the crooked games they played.

Karma can turn the tide from wickedness once wrought,

Making evil pay the cost for the harm that it has brought.

I love the way she reins in sinners, gently settling the score,

And the beauty of the way she goes about her patient chore.

Sending out warning lessons that injustice never pays,

As she cleanses the world of sin and all its crooked ways.

The watchful eye of Karma sees the paths that mortals tread,

And where her quiet light must fall, the truth is always read.

 

My thanks go to Karma, and all the good she brings,

And I truly love to hear the sacred songs she sings.

The sound of her work brings sweet music to my ears—

Eternal Karma, beacon of hope through the passing years.

None can hide from Karma’s eye, wherever they may roam,

For every truth is written within the light of Karma’s home.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2026)