The Light
THE LIGHT
The constellations unchanging shape the night
Constant in our sight
But in cosmic time stars whirl as leaves in wind
Random flux unpinned
So are all the schemes of men, kings or magi
Mere ephemerae?
The question: matter or spirit, gives me pause
Which one is the cause?
The constellations unchangIng shape the night
But without our sight
What meaning has ‘the light’?
20 November 2018
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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