I must have strolled this ancient shore,
leaving no footprints in the sand,
seen the infant sun spill his light
over jagged horizons,
the glowing Moon ascend into sparse sky
to ride the assembly of stars,
a firmament at once remote
and intimate.
If you talk in eons — I see in seconds;
new life’s struggle to be born,
a fossil falling to the sand
from a cliff’s crumbling edifice.
For as I exist at the beginning
so do I persist until the end,
though I am not made of stars,
I merely follow the word
and the breath.
Copyright Francis 2021
The Elloe Recorder 
We both wrote about ancient shores, Francis! I love the lines:
‘seen the infant sun spill his light
over jagged horizons,
the glowing Moon ascend into sparse sky’
in ‘a firmament at once remote
and intimate’
and the fossil falling to the sand.
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Thank you!
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Lovely words! They hand between the deep past and the present. Timeless.
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They ‘hang’…
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Thank you 🙏🏻
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This poem is fantastic. Very well penned. I enjoyed it. Thank you❤
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome, Francis.🙏❤
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From the fleeting moment to the seeming infinity of deep time, the breath of life blows through both! A great response to the challenge.
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I love the gentle swash of eternity here. – Brendan
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I like the way you take on the voice of the Earth. It would be good if humanity followed your lead and realised the Earth is a living being.
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Perhaps, Our Creator in your words?
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Thank you
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Thank you
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Thank you!
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This is so beautiful, Francis. I love the idea of existing at the beginning and at the end…….
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“a fossil falling to the sand
from a cliff’s crumbling edifice.”
One of the many striking images in this skillful poem.
JIM
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Thank you 🙏🏻
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