Reflecting on Creation ~ Philip Brent Harris

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What gifts given and received would will my words to sing?
Tripping lightly from my brain, my heart, my tongue,
Able to express the subtle hopes of anything and everything,
The true name of all the life and death I live among.

Would my hearing need to be honed exceeding fine,
So I would hear the stars in far-flung, long-past galaxies?
Celestial choirs heralding death and birth and life.
Star stuff, or are such fancies flights mere follies, fallacies?

Would my touch then feel the gavotte of each dancing atom,
Measuring vast distances within the hidden space between?
What soft caress of hand or mind or heart might touch upon
The secret whorls revealing life unimagined and unseen?

Would my vision perceive the darkness on its constant course?
My wan light struggling in its Stygian depths to illuminate.
In hopes to watch and learn the unknown dance, perforce
To bear witness to the ever-present miracle which we all await.

Would I taste the spicy liquid molten fires of first creation?
Would icy space and fiery suns my timid palette scald?
Must I know the sweet blood-taste of time’s predation
Till my lips and teeth, stained red, in their turn are mauled?

Would that I could always live my life with full intention.
Aware, invested and content in each glorious moment.
Though struggling to complete myself, without dissension
Till all that was, is, and will ever be share my joy and lament.

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People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Unite the World!

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Reflecting on Creation ~ Philip Brent Harris