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These thoughts come from Autumn Leaves:
The marvel of life…
Like the unfolding petals of the rose,
Awakening to greet the first warm rays of the morning sun.
The marvel of life…
Like a microscopic speck mingled in the cosmic dust of the universe,
Dawdling and dancing to the muted dreams of eternity.
The marvel of life…
Toiling unceasingly with the aspirations of its gender,
Gathering the wisdom of the ages, dreaming the dreams of by-gone eras.
The marvel of life…
Growing hot, waxing brighter in the pursuit of achievement,
Yet, when suppressed and thwarted constantly by unknown forces,
Flickers and finally dies.
Flight
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
To move unfettered in air so rare and pure,
Beneath or above endless banks of clouds.
Unshackled to soar in mind and spirit
To remove earth’s burdensome shroud.
Could an eagle speak, would he
Hold us in contempt or in utter disdain,
Poor earth-bound creatures, animals of habit,
Foul air, daily tasks mundane.
Spread mighty silver wings,
Soar above the patch-work quilt pattern below.
Fly softly, free spirited,
But fly reverently as you go.
Diminished horizons, skies blue and clear,
Atmosphere charged with laughter,
Intangible, invisible
Because other spirits linger here.
To leave earth’s cluttered pull, to explore, to seek,
To know, to find lasting contentment,
To search out the truth of the universe
And to know God is man’s essence and ultimate destiny.
Betwixt and Between
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Betwixt and between,
Not here, nor there;
Betwixt and between
Existing somewhere.
Omniscient, invisible and
Transparent it seems,
Clinging ever so tenaciously,
Betwixt and between.
Although it can’t be touched,
Nor tasted nor seen,
Doesn’t mean it’s not there,
Betwixt and between.
Search the universe diligently
For mysteries so keen;
Efforts might be rewarded by
A fleeting glimpse of betwixt and between.
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