WEST REQUEST
Let me go down
with the sun,
and the moon,
and the evening star—
the sun midst russet and rose,
the moon in radiant gold,
the star in luminous silver.
For they will rise again
in brightest light,
and me miniscule,
I will be with them
unseen but there
infinitesmal integer
in the wondrous
oneness of nature.
March 29, 2012
Love this poem expressing our place in the celestial splendor. Jimmy Mac is blogging away and making our day.
ReplyDeleteCyndy Lou