A Murmeration.

By adam

Wed, 19 Apr 2017
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A Murmeration.

 

Above stark fields,

turning as one

small lives in

unison,

 

A pattern, wonder

enough to see,

still more to think

on,

 

Surely evidence

a larger hand,

shaped our ordinary

clay

 

The spirit we trap,

behind stained glass;

Breaking free,

 

To turn deftly in air,

Mocking, mortal

unimaginative, man.

March 2017

Certificate U
Poem
After Industry
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

aye, dust to dust and all that. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Amazing and beautiful coordination.

And yes, it should direct us to the greatness of the complexity of creation and its Creator, just like the detail under the microscope and in the study of the controlled chemical workings of each cell should humble our minds in wonder. Rhiannon