Sacred Presence
Few who have listened and watched through triumphant birth
and decomposing death
doubt these are most sacred events.
When did all experience in-between
become a sufficiently secular journey
necessarily devoid of unrealistic wonder and awe,
divine curiosity,
and holy wholesome courage?
To live for and with Earth solidarity
listening and watching sacred birth of dawn
and holy death of ultra-violet
non-violent dusk.
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