*** Telescope - Poem by Mari Martin
Into life we burst
every sense gifted to us alive.
Within the instant of our first breath
is our struggle to survive.
A nova of human life we are,
Creation, in it's glorious array.
We are cast out of the darkness
into the brilliance of day.
The evening sky filled with stars
is an immensity in our eyes,
yet, when compared to the all of things
is simplicity in disguise.
The scent of simplicity, inticing perfume,
intoxication is illusive at best,
until we allow it's aroma to find us
on life's continuous quest.
Should our lives be so different
than that of a distant star?
All the wonder of our creation
is the essence of who we are.
Some stars are gloriously brilliant
while others are hidden from sight.
Our heart can be our telescope
into the depths of night.
How blessed we are
to know the infinite gift
so miraculously intertwined
like an intricate web of roses
growing on life's continuous vine.
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