Max Reif

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.02) The Stars - Poem by Max Reif

The stars that were over my head this morning
Were there from the First Day,
Those stars I hid crooknecked from in cities,
While travelling my wayward way.

Slowly at first, then faster,
I began to see, eyes blinded at first by neon and streetlamps,
And the stars' nights' closeness only speaking
In a few forays into the Midnights between cities,
Bedazzling my eyes to see the jewels
Darkness was strung with.
And always I wanted to stop, and enjoy, and stare, and pray,
But a motor inside me was going too fast,
And in vans or cars
I sped back to cities
To undo my mind's
Tightly wound springs.

Then in a dozen years
I came out under the stars,
And behold! The Canopy of Heaven
Was still there,
And I murmured and prayed in valleys
Like green cups for my love, and It said:
'You were too busy before,
But we have always been here,
And we always shall be.'
That which I was to busy to love
Patiently waited for me.

Now I have finished my business
And am free to love:
And the Morning Star's Song
Has come to me with a Joy
That had always been concealed
Within my breast,

And the Heavens have exploded
Into Singing
And the weeping
Of the morning dew.


Comments about .02) The Stars by Max Reif

  • (5/27/2006 4:02:00 PM)


    And always I wanted to stop, and enjoy, and stare, and pray,
    But a motor inside me was going too fast,
    And in vans or cars
    I sped back to cities
    To undo my mind's
    Tightly wound springs.

    Absolutely brilliant, thankyou Max
    Love Duncan x
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  • Linda Ori (3/5/2006 4:16:00 PM)


    Max - The beauties of life's experiences are always there waiting for us to see them. I think later on in life we finally have clear vision. And what a blessing that we do open our eyes and souls before the journey is over. A beautiful piece of writing here.........thank you!
    Linda
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  • (3/4/2006 8:06:00 PM)


    The Canopy of Heaven was still there - what perfect phrasing. Scarlett (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2006 4:00:00 PM)


    Dear Max, the passion and innocense have brought us a wonderful poem to lift the soul.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (8/5/2005 5:06:00 PM)


    brilliant....nothing more nothing less...excellent pen my friend (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 8, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 27, 2010


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