Elysian Dance

Our Moon orbits the Earth; that orb, with her sister planets,
Cavorts 'round a warming Sun; the family group, entitled
Solar System, does, in her turn and in her time, move in
Concert with black holes and quasars and pulsars and
Nebulous gaseous clouds, light-years long and billowing, and
Star systems yet to be described or discovered:  the gulf of
Space and Time is so wide separating us from them and yet

We are One with the Cosmos!
The atoms of our beings, in assignation, one with another, in
Infnitessimally tiny ebbs and surges and swirls and steps,
Are of identical ancestry and lineage as the tails of comets
Sweeping their paths through unfathomably more galaxies.

Can there be a beauty less ephemeral or or more transcendent than
Synchrony with the universe?
Can there be a more perfect mirror to the face of God?
Or could it be the ultimate coincendence?

The eye that we turn up to the heavens at night shares its birth
With Heaven herself.

GDL

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