In the stillness of Welsh nights,
Seryddwr stands, silent, thoughtful,
Eyes lifted to the vast tapestry above.
Stars, like ancient runes, tell stories
Of time and space, of birth and death,
Unfolding mysteries only the patient can unravel.
Their hearts beat to the rhythm of the cosmos,
Each star a note in that infinite symphony,
Guiding their hands, their thoughts, their dreams.
In the quiet, under Cymru’s starlit sky,
They find their place in the universe.
Magnificent i love the
Magnificent i love the heavenly bodies, especially when written so well. Eloquent with lovely imagery. Delightful.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you kindly! Heavenly
Thank you kindly! Heavenly bodies are quite well placed to be looked up to!
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I was swept away, lost and
I was swept away, lost and then found in the entrancing spirit of a phenomenal thinker and astronomer, so ahead of his time and so intrinsically drawn to "the vast tapestry above" and the "mysteries only the patient can unravel" with a heart "that beat to the rhythm of the cosmos".
With imagery, references and craftsmanship worthy of the vastness explored by great minds, you kept me spellbound and intrigued throughout. There is a sense of ecstatic ascension in the last lines and finally a serene landing that could have been at the gates of Heaven itself.
A triumph!
It indeed is a reflective
It indeed is a reflective composition on Psalm 19:1 "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." Oh that we all land on Heaven's doorstep! It may be surprising and marvellous how He is able to save. Can hardly wait.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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