Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Wonder

I wonder what a stone
thinks...firm in all its
ways? surely none are
without thought -- see
a virus squirm away

secure within the memory
of time, everything has a mindful 
place -- 
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The Sun is our center
of physical warmth -- we
revolve around its destiny...
axis of love and hate

wonder how the universe
sees us?

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Michael Tor January 14, 2025 at 10:14 AM Interesting question Joe. Reaching the limits of imagination you have to ask this well thought question. Thanks for sharing my friend... Joseph P. DiMino January 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM All that we are, all that God intends us to be, we are yet to imagine I believe. Thank you, Michael.

Victor Buhagiar January 8, 2025 at 7:32 AM The universe must shudder at what is taking place on Earth. As Jesus said: When the Son returns, will He find faith? Joseph P. DiMino January 8, 2025 at 8:08 AM Maybe waiting for us to use already what He has given us, in the way of love and power? Thank you, Victor. I have faith...hope I am somehow there. Blessings my friend.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh January 8, 2025 at 5:29 AM A philosophical poem of consciousness and interconnectedness accross different forms of existence.An interesting theme. Joseph P. DiMino January 8, 2025 at 8:05 AM Thank you, Akham, for taking a deep enlightening dive into this work. Blessings my friend.

Gershon Wolf January 7, 2025 at 8:39 PM A stone's face is silent, the better part of wisdom, methinks. Joseph P. DiMino January 8, 2025 at 3:57 AM Often, Yes:) Thank you, Gershon. Have a great day my friend.

Kim Rodrigues January 7, 2025 at 3:37 PM True so true. We are so little; our greatness only through our Savior. Joseph P. DiMino January 8, 2025 at 3:58 AM Absolutely. With God, everything...without God, senseless specks of matter, dead to the soul of creation.