Sharon L. Petek
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All that exists in Time of Space
Is as real or unreal as you think;
For the Unmoved Mover does not waste,
Divine Energy hurled towards the brink.
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Of its three colors, the middle is red.
Being Fire, it consumes any unwary soul,
Daring to venture to Valhalla.
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The fall of snow glistens in white
Like silver threads in a tapestry;
It weaves a winter's tale of old,
With it's silent imagery.
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First Cause Of Motion
All that exists in Time of Space
Is as real or unreal as you think;
For the Unmoved Mover does not waste,
Divine Energy hurled towards the brink.
Where earthquakes tremble and waters range,
Or Men die a conscious death;
The Unmoved Mover does not change
One motion, one word, nor a breath.
Man scurries hither to and from,
Succumbing daily to fear and pain.
The Unmoved Mover does not come
For either a loss or a gain.
Impartial, from within us deep,
There is no judgement, guilt or blame;
The Unmoved Mover we ignore, yet keep,
Silently observes the Play of Life's Game.
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