Great to our tiny
distant Earth
Which spells out slender
spirals in her wake
Our Sun, Alpha and Omega of life,
Is just a speck
within the whirl
Of stars that
make the Milky Way
A faint white
smear seen through polluted sky
And Milky Way
becomes a speck in turn
In the vast
matrix of the full array
Of Power that is
the Universe
Whose pulses interweave
with life
Buried in soil,
asleep, waiting the day
That trickles heat
into the soft dark earth
And when the
cycle turns to certain warmth
Then all the
injured forests feel the lengthening day
Reach out their
leaves towards the healing Sun
And we, though in
our busyness we lose the truth
Yet still the
Spring will help us find our way.
The Great moves
simply to assist the birth
Of knowledge that
could sustain our life.
© Richard Lawson
April 22, 2019
(This set out to be a villanelle, but didn't quite get there.)
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