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Night Song
Contributed by
invierno
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Saturday, 3rd December 2016 @ 02:43:15 PM in AEST
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Oh, Night!
Us, all we are, near and far,
by You,
of consequence slight:
Oh, Heavens!
nightly sing Your similar silent symphony;
dark and light, Your beauty bright;
Celestial Movement No. Infinity.
Hot, though cold,
those blinking motes,
so appear to me to be;
Your pinpoint trillion twinkling notes,
to never touch, to ever see.
Though here, in the sphere of a single blip,
for narrow minds, as Deity thus assigned,
our Maestros random wand of many suns,
what specious thought to worship gas
with trillions round and this The One?
Copyright ©
invierno
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2016-12-03 14:43:15]
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Re: Night Song
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by softerware on
Saturday, 3rd December 2016 @ 10:06:56 PM AEST
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It is breathtaking to realize that all creatures look up at the same stars in the same sky, and warm themselves in the same sunlight.
Your description of the heavens as YOUR PINPOINTS FLOAT A TRILLION TWINKLING NOTES reminds me of a symphony orchestra, tuning up before the curtain goes up on another day.
This is really lovely. It seems the little drummer boy has come early this year.
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Re: Night Song
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd December 2016 @ 10:09:25 PM AEST
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beautiful !!!
you paint a painting
here that hangs in
my smile
Why just this morning
I was thinking about
death and dying
And the Earth,
just as it appears
to sit, yet moves
along in orbit
around and around
our sun which is planted
deep within our galaxy
Yet we, remain
here, today
And when we go
we stay
upon this hallowed
land
And this gives me
reason, and it keeps
me in awe
Great write Invierno!
Peace!
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