UNIVERSE RHYTHM

The Universe Has Rhythms

 

The universe has rhythms

To rock itself to sleep;

Praying at nightfall,

In front of stony walls;

A slow-circling hawk

By a fortress deep,

And a dozing child

Where a woman weeps.

 

The universe has secrets

It touch with guilty hands;

Buried unmarked grave,

Of one who was not saved;

A war to break at morning,

When death will have his day,

Words of peace on dying lips

They can never say.

 

by Patti Masterman Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Done