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Rivers of Time

Dawn

Consider

The Lady of the Night



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Rivers of Time


Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode,
Their skeletons covered, uncovered again;
Iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed
And phosphorous leached from a primitive brain;

Delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats,
Enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand;
Multiple layers of sediment that's
Concealing the bones of the earliest man.

Visible traces of numerous beasts;
The sum of Earth's creatures forever enshrined;
Signs of their passing don't slow in the least,
The rivers and runnels of ongoing time.



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Dawn


On the trailing edge of night,
In a gallery on high,
Hangs an ever-changing painting
On a canvas made of sky.

Using colors mixed from starlight
On a palette made of love,
God creates evolving splendor
In this work of art above.

At once static and dynamic
As it flows around the Earth,
It's the epitome of death,
yet it symbolizes birth.

It changes every moment,
For a moment, then it's gone,
Yet exists for all eternity;
The miracle of dawn.




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Consider

Consider if you will our flying friends,
Recipients of nature's greatest grant.
Imagine just how dull Earth might have been
Had birds not struck a bargain with the plants.

Consider if you will a simple seed,
Whose embryo and sustenance combine
To give the feathered traveler his speed
And pay the fare for others left behind.

Consider if you will the quest of man,
Digging up his world in search of power,
His universal, superficial plans
are clearing skies of birds, and Earth of flowers.

Consider now the miracle of Spring
Suspended from a petal and a wing.


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The Lady of the Night


Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.

So shyly as she passes by,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.

She smiles at her companion as
she slowly turns away,
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.

She peers into the depths of space
in darkness unafraid,
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.



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Moon photo by Michael Myers


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