Aaron Barth Martinson
Recognition Of Soul (How Many Times) - Poem by Aaron Barth Martinson
How many times have we humans died?
Has the hoarfrost enveloped our only world?
Have we had to evolve for self indulgence
Self punishment, self sacrament, stretched
Skewed by selfish embodiment?
How many lives have we humans lived?
Has fire rained from galaxies?
Have we marveled in wonder, intelligence—
Our center is the earth: of the entire universe(s' of)
How many times have we humans cried?
Has God spoken with miracles?
Have clouds parted with radiant shine
Such magic, what life, such expanse,
Of consciousness? - Recognition of soul.
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