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Upon the tin roof the rain drops shatter,

As I sit contemplating if anything matters.

Not matter of course in volume and weight,

But more the sense of an aloof, solid state.



Like that of responsibility and firm resolve,

That not waivers nor staggers when it grows cold,

Nor jumps or flits when it is hot,

Yet remains stoic, stolid and completely well stopped.



But the rain it slows and then it ceases,

As I wonder of wild and yet-untamed creatures,

That jump and stagger and flitter and run,

Sometimes in full light, sometimes when ther’ none.



And it is not the observations of media or science,

Of image and concept that compels defiance,

But instead it is simply creation after being created,

The religion of spirit cannot be overrated.



©R.H.Elliott 2002