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jcsparks Junior Member
since 1999-11-20
Posts 13Xenia, Ohio, USA |
The wisp in my glass on a clear winter’s night Is home for a billion wee glimmers of light, Each crystal itself one faraway dream With faraway worlds surrounding its gleam. And locked in the realm of each tiny sphere Is all that is met through an eye or an ear; Too, all that is felt by a hand or our love, For we are but whits in the sea seen above. Such scales immense make wonder abound, And make a lone knee touch the cold ground. For what is this man that he should be made To sing to The One whose breath heavens laid? |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Another well written piece! I loved it! So true, what is man that God is mindful of him! |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
Beautiful! ------------------ ~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~ |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wondeful work, jc. michael |
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