The stars

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    The stars

     In a garden of lush green under a deep blue sky,
    I lie there looking at the clouds in wonder and
    awe. Who created this universe and why are we
    here? My head hurt trying to figure this out.
    What is our purpose? The galaxies and the stars
    in the heavens made me stretch out my arms
    wanting to touch what I could not reach. It boggles
    the mind and overwhelms. We aren't supposed
    to know but we can wonder...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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