Imagine this life
as moving across the open sky-

starlight tracing such bright faces,
briefly felt comets.

Innumerable grains of light
tumbling in an hourglass of moments,

frames in motion toward hope,
building blocks of atoms
uniting to paint children,

breathing tributes of soft-skinned vessels,

dreaming truths, humble creatures
in agreement with the stars

nodding along with Creation
and our place in the mystery.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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