Wondrous
I love you
Says the Lord
Which is
Why
I made you a world
With stars around it
And isn’t it
Grand
The starlight
To give you something
Wonderful
To dream
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Photo by Tengyart on Unsplash
Starry
I guess I’ll leave the stars up there
and make some new ones here
with glue and glitter,
lots of glitter,
sweeping up
after.
And I’ll find a paper-punch
and string
to set them from below at heights and
up high tape or (more) string or something:
maybe,
you know,
a coat-hanger
and use the hook on top
to have a mobile,
stars of mine
and my own dreams.
And if you ask,
I’ll talk about them—stars
and stories,
you know,
share them.
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Photo by Borna Bevanda on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Start with a Star
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Stars
Start with our own
Star
It’s wonderful
And gives us leave
To try for now
To reach
Another one
Before
A billion years
When we must go
There
To survive
Further
To strive
And also
Thrive
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Which is the hallmark
Of our single race
In cooperation
With all other matter
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Strive
And thrive
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Until we meet
Another race
That thrives
By staying in one place
Those who explore
By sending tentacles
Or other metaphors
Out there
Out here
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We meet them
And someday
We really meet them
And might be friends
For different ways
Our differences
Enhances
x
Then cooperatively
We reach
Out and in
Some more
In fact
Throughout a galaxy
And then
Beyond the rim
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Stars we make
And then we make
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(x = space)
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Nearing Full
x
The moon is yellow
The sky is blue
The clouds are silver
The stars are white
The branches have no color
Except the color
Of porch lights
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It’s late again
The air is cool
Maybe in the fifties
Maybe forties,
Which is not so special
As a sign of autumn
In October
In these parts
But the days and nights
Have been too warm
Now the season
Is announced
x
We’ll have the chilly fall
And with the drop
To cold
At a propitious time
Beautiful leaf colors,
True
Autumn review
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Photo by Eleanor Brooke on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Sextant
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I have no idea how
One works
Somehow the sextants
Set
The way we need to take
In relation to
The stars’ own courses
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Like the lodestone
The sunstone
A compass
Or the stars themselves,
We go with an absurdity
Of faith
Considering how wide
The water
x
How minimal the shorelines
And they
Save us against
The ocean’s
Featureless horizon
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A journey by design
Or an irony of pressing,
A crossing by
The sextant’s parsecs
Tentatively ending at
A port-of-call
x
And the decision not
To yield but
To carry on,
Wayward sailors
Wayward children
x
Seeking the
Navigator’s colors
x
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U.S. Navy Quartermaster 3rd Class, practices using a sextant as part of a navigation training aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Bonhomme Richard (LHD 6), 2018
By National Museum of the U.S. Navy – 180423-N-DL434-149, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70793138
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(x = space)
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weight of glory
x
what do we say
sometimes the weight is too much
it presses down like gravity
on a wide planet far away
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is there grace in the stars
the kind that made them,
I suppose
the love that means covalence
molecular intimacy
and from there through our bodies
back to the stars
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photo by Radu Chelariu on Unsplash
when I saw this at first, I thought it was a field of stars
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(x = space)
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Fractured Confession
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I haven’t said anything
About God today,
Which isn’t true
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I wrote above,
Commenting on
God’s judgment
And its fairness against
Earthly powers
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Sometimes, I think,
The issue is
Power versus prophecy
With God surprising us
In interpretation
When it rolls
And tolls
Like justice
Over Earth,
All planets,
Our sun,
And all stars
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“Earth and All Stars,” a Christian hymn (with rather ecumenical lyrics)
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Image by WikiImages from Pixabay
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Step Sessions
We have a journey to go on
Called today
I don’t know how many steps we’ll take
Maybe we’ll travel like Thoreau
Considering the cosmos in a walk to town
Maybe one place will be literal
The other living
Where stars are born
The nebula inside
Cradles of thought
To set us on our way
Until the dark of night brings out the offspring
Literal nebulae
A star for each thought born out there
A universe of mind, as it may
Marking a journey
Like our own,
Roaming energy
Through two sets of cells
Two trips going inexorably
No competition needed, no going to war
We can have quiet or make noise
Any media for growth
Though I will say
Maybe going gently’s not so bad
In a night of stars
As thoughts and ours
How many steps a journey?
Some might want
To know,
Which is okay
Let the universe and us
Decide
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“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas
Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash
Heart Nebula
Apology
Sometimes I look into sky
There can be clouds
More viscerally when it’s stars
We see bucolic things
And we should
But sometimes it falls back on me
The sky, the stars
And if one can feel vertigo
When sitting still
Well
I’ve tried to imagine it all
And it has smacked back on me
The universe, as if I’m told
Cannot take me now
Don’t even try
It’s not yours
Someday, maybe
You’ll know your place
And your way around
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(too beautiful, too much)
https://www.spacetelescope.org/images/potw1707a/
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