A Dark Dawn Poem by Ananta Madhavan

On the darkest dawn in December
I saw the crescent moon effulgent,
A bark afloat in the lonely sea-sky.
The morning star was afar, apart,
Faintly vanishing down the west.

These cosmic gems are ornaments
Beyond our ken, sentient though we are.
You and I are animated particles
In an abstract noun we call ‘Creation'.

We can imagine a God Almighty,
Supreme, with neither beginning nor end.
Time is beyond chronicle or calculus.
Could there be dimensions beyond Time?

We are in-betweeners, each
Molecule or proton uniquely alone.
We have the gift of reason and fantasy;
We have the gift of astral wondering.

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