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)
