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FACING THE FUTURE TOGETHER
Mysteries
1.
The poem weaves its mystery
Between the lines
The spaces fine
The pause allows a slip in time
Where all that holy is resides.
We are the carriers
The receivers and magnifiers
Of sentiment and feeling
Growing through us like
The tendrils of the vine.
2.
Or is it that we are
Carriers of a dimly seen fire
Our perceptions not yet able
To see and hold that much light.
What is it, this mystery
That humans are?
If we were candles
On a dark night
Would our light carry far?
Would we be pinwheels of light
Or fireworks
Lighting up the entire night sky?
Through us, within us, without us
Something lives, and awaits its life.
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- Peg Simon
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