Completeness
It is all perfectly complete,
even in growth, change and decay,
completeness finds a way.
The song of the running brook
disappears in the twilight,
yet it continues to sing.
a billion light years away,
where a quiet watery rill
slips over sunny rocks,
completing an end with a beginning.
I am resting my head in the sky,
my back against a shadowy tree,
legs extended into the boundless.
Look,
the cattle are kneeling in the meadow,
and the morning rides in over waves of light,
it completes this perfect view
from everywhere.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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