Hoping

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Hoping

We are made of star stuff;
Our bones of quicksilver and moonlight.
In our sinews are longings
Which cannot be satisfied
On such a dusty rock as Earth;
Proof we are meant to live forever.
Evidence - a faint trail
Left upon our souls,
By Him.

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lightcourier commented on Hoping

05-03-2009

nice. liked this. May the trail expand and become a 4lane highway of confidence! Thanks.

dahlusion commented on Hoping

03-06-2009

A lovely little gem which has satisfied me. Is it left upon our souls by Him or Us? Are We not Him, the star dust?

graceladymn commented on Hoping

02-21-2009

Well said.

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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