I have, on a moonless night,
turned from the dark fail
of mankind’s madness,
to look on the dappled ageless sky–
before man made God and time–
and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time—
just the spark that gains my lively living eye.
Here is a greater thing than faith:
from dust of stars we came
and to them we return.
Whether wrapped in clouds of God and glory
or a simple shroud of linen and earthy clay—
Does it matter? Have we not had
(despite all the Madness we make)
this dark and Holy sky?
Lee Robison
Astral
Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 
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This poem arrived in my inbox yesterday via The Drabble. It’s what sent me to your blog, but more importantly it arrived alongside some sad and shocking news of an unexpected death. I think the poem would have made its mark regardless but coinciding as it did made it especially powerful. I think it’s beautiful 🙂
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so sorry for your loss.
thank you.
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Wow! Just wow!
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Reblogged this on Talkin' to Myself and commented:
A poem by one of my favorite poets.
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Thanks. You are my first real reblog!
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There are SO MANY things I could say here. 😉 But I will keep it to “You are so welcome”
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Also, I have noted your reposting with a reference to Grizzylaw on my Facebook feed, where I linked to Holly Near singing.
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Holly Near was (and still is) a major inspiration in my life.
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