Liberated
styled, plied twice, meant to share;
others who cared, shared; aware,
thanks to travel, the thousandth mile;
guards at every open gate. while
the great myth is it takes
long, large, more advanced makes
of complex starships; ships to blacken
the sky before mankind will harken,
emerge, and face a “creator.”
yet it’s something Simple, or
Love alone, all along, Who created
the free person: weak but liberated.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2021 13:59
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A neat verse which says something to me, Gary - though you would know me well enough by now to guess I would hear it slightly differently:
I'm no great fan of space travel - our focus should be here on earth and the power we have in our own hands if only it would be used correctly.
Good write Gary.
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