Why depression, sorrow, death, loss and pain,
Black dogs of war slurping our children’s blood?
The question:  is it to our life germane?
If not so, why do at night bright stars flood?
Chaos: sovereign over seen and unseen.
Galaxies colliding, stars exploding,
Green, buzzing, swarming locusts strip fields clean,
The bacteria feeds on everything.
But empyrean crackles and flows through
Eternity’s infinite pinhole arc
To flower fields, to diamond morning dew,
To lovers entwining in Dulcet Park.
When the deeply buried seed awakens,
Earth will become as it is in heaven.

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