From stars, the dust that the Lord, our Maker, molded---
atoms fused in stellar cores, then launched into space---
became, at His command, flesh, into which He enfolded
a living soul that can learn, and know, His Mercy and Grace.
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If a poet's calling is to
If a poet's calling is to give a voice to the ungraspable, you excelled in your purpose. Waves of majesty, wonder and heartfelt praise thunder through each line.
Magnificent!
Thank you. I had replied to
Thank you. I had replied to your comment earlier, but due to the turmoil going on in my home at that time, I was not able to concentrate on the words I wanted to say. I really appreciate your validation of this poem. It came to me spontaneously, with very little adjustment on my part. I think it must have arisen out of reading Milton and looking at some of the photographs transmitted by the Webb telescope. Thanks again for commenting.
Coerulescent
The JWST can do that! It's a
The JWST can do that! It's a privilege to read your work.
Thank you for those words.
Thank you for those words.
Coerulescent