My Irrepressible Awe

My irrepressible awe is clearly seen in the colors of the seasons, when all becomes veneration, at the sight of every superb constellation, which stands above me like Heaven, to turn my hallelujahs into prayers... My irrepressible awe is felt in the spring' crisp morning air, watching light advance and dapple the entire sky with a golden shade, nothing to envy any gold so pure; and on the pointy leaves of the pines, it shimmers like the rarest jewels... and wouldn't an unconsoled soul come here to die? My irrepressible awe is expressed in the most thrilling ways, observing the wide wings of the eagles flap once and depart from earth in throngs for a journey, which will last for many days; and shouldn't they find their new home, they will return, as shallows do, only to lament snow... My irrepressible awe is shared by a spirit filled with emotion, and wouldn't all senses elate me for this declared devotion? What lies before me is a possession too concrete, like the perennial Firmament so awesome and infinite; this marvelous planet I tread on, is certainly mine and it couldn't have been given to me without a set price... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci