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.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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