Where the Light of Karma
Falls
Beautiful Karma, each day around the globe
she goes,
Above indifferent skies, beyond the horizon where
she rose.
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, etched
in ancient runes,
Shining down her heavenly light, keeping the
world in tune.
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 set aloft, to right the wrongs, in
her just 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 down 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 heavenly light must fall, the
truth is always read.
I bear no shame to have the breath of Karma
on my lips,
To wear the blush of reparation in the colour of her eclipse.
My thanks go out to Karma, and all the good she
brings,
And I truly love to hearken to 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)
