Whose eye is on you there with the moon fading in morning's linen sky?
Does that new sun show the wiser through benevolent bushes
and higher electric lines?
Meanwhile loose newspaper pages blow by with mundane atrocity
so personal for the ones trapped by such ink.
Think instead of wings rustling & the alleluias of chirps busy with leaves.
What messages are in the nests, global with simple need
between survival and nurturance?
Imagine them lifting all at once to clouds & farther heavenly bodies
where our universe is dying, as some astronomers say, while new galaxies
expand.
Strive for mirth from those more learned than us.
Strive for paradise despite what fools mortal be
when some are good as earth angels
just attempting to make cheer at no cost to another
for maybe one hour a day or less.
Mercy, folly, could your neighbor be deliverance
with just a well-meant hello?
What other miracle is to be long beyond suffering
futures past if there is only silence, stillness & no,
not any eternal thing at all?
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