879 Beyond What We Can See from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous It’s hard to think a star exists without reason, and whether near or far fits a cosmic season. Super giants can give (their years number millions), but small knows how to live – their years number billions. Life’s long in outer space, yet even stars must die. The unseen has its place, although Man knows not why. The further out we go (and that’s astronomic), tiny still makes the show, and they’re subatomic. Invisible, we’re taught, is subtle in its way, much like the human thought, that manifests our day. Cosmic rays spiral on, as thoughts that cross must do. One blink and they are gone (brief guests just passing through). Man can attune it seems, and some quickly record (remembered like our dreams), sometimes with great reward. For sure it is an art (one God allows Mankind), to listen with our heart, that light may fill our mind. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 26, 2005; 8:10 A.M.) 880 Our Solid-Illusion Lord there is confusion, that’s kind of hard to face. Today’s firm conclusion is that Man’s mostly space. Now emptiness is Hell (our lonely know it’s true). No wonder we rebel with solid points of view. Your solar system plays the same magnetic theme. You demonstrate Your ways, yet solid is our dream. Our every touch tells us solidity makes sense – non-solid is a fuss, that stirs unconfidence. It may be just too much for Earthlings to transcend, the thresholds of our touch, on which we so depend. Perhaps spirit can feel, beyond the realm of skin. Perhaps You must conceal till virtue conquers sin. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 29, 2005; 7:34 A.M.)
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