Transfixed by a miracle invented at our birth,
We strain to will it out of naught;
Save us from the earth.
Tippy-toed with pupils wide, we marvel at the skies.
Surely god will show his face,
Concede she only hides.
Awe the cause and remedy for quickly fraying world;
We scrap and stab to touch it,
As all becomes unfurled.
One day dreamt infinity could live inside our bones.
Couldn't look away since then.
To stars our final moan.
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Comments1
still, while the sun shines
we have windows of relief
from all the stresses of life
should we but choose
to take a minute and commune
with that soothing
and abundant, gift of replenishing
Nature..
stay Strong, dear poet
'don't let the bleak
be
all, that you choose
to see'
This poem is about literally about the exact opposite of this
"'don't let the bleak
be
all, that you choose
to see'"
But there is an art piece and video that was made with it.
It is kind of about the absurd beauty and horror of staring into the face of god with the james webb telescope, as if divine deliverance will save us, as the world burns around us.
I used its first image in the composition.
🙂
forgive me, I must have misread
thanks for clearing it up
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