Music of the Spheres
Where the sun stops
And the light fades,
And the dark deepens
One finds a subtle
Horizon rest-
Within this symphony
Of great spheres-
Strings aloft,
Horns a summit of air,
Percussionists not a beat
To flare-
Safe harbor, so to speak-
A point
Without a peak...
For Time has no say,
With cycle in pure alignment,
The movement paused
Defying slip or stray,
The conductor's wand not a sway-
Here I also find You,
In the still
Without space,
Suspended
On High of Grace…
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