in which all creation
is reflected and revealed,
perhaps a teardrop
or maybe a dewdrop,
or a leftover droplet
from the rainstorm bygone
resisting evaporation:
its end and beginning,
desperately wanting
to make a difference.
Like the newly risen moon
waxing from an eclipse,
The darkness still effective
yet beginning to give way
as light leaks back
from the shadows
turning sienna to amber
and amber to gold
and gold to cream
and then washing the earth
with its dazzling light.
Standing in the balance:
rising star or has been
novice or sage
super nova,
black hole
forming star
dry as sand
yet there the seed lies
waiting for life
waiting for joy
waiting for meaning.
DW 2007
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