All That Is
Is ever a never, really never
Is it so, a letting go, really lets go
For what is a definite when it cannot be defined,
Or a songbird that chirps or a rambler that binds
And do the very layers of earth really sleep
Amongst the webs of all the trees that stretch into the deep.
Majesty arises far beyond words to mark
To soar high and live below soft or stark
In this forever and never, this ceasing ever.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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