Celestial Vessel


Celestial in its being,
always calling for calm
the light that I see flows
to my fingers from palm.

The source of existence,
I shall not judge beliefs,
is to extend until the end
a hand gentle for grief. 

The sun means nothing
to those moving in speed
and those same souls have
great want and need.

Gaze at the heavens yes
we are but grains of sand
that adds weight on souls
that we need not stand.

Look we do for meaning,
inquiring not to the stars.
The yellow sun will die
the same as we slowly are.

Yet the light above sees,
and energy never dissipates.
It just moves between each
of our eyes as we life debate.

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