Beyond Our Sight
Along the bright street of the sky
Where stars amass before my eye
Hyperion treads cloaked in the dark
Taking paths by starlight marked
He wanders past a shimmering sun
Seeking a galaxy that has just begun.
There, free from war, he’ll start anew,
His first actions as the morning dew,
Where, to lay upon a new grass of dawn,
And banish away the yester lawn
of crimson blood, of defiance cried,
of hope new born even as it died,
Into the primordial soup he’ll look
To find redemption of the paths he took
While in this realm of our mortality
Contenders of the past all are we
Who seek new life as fresh fallen rain
To wash away misspent actions’ pain.
Yet garbed in memory’s wrinkled folds
we may yet find the wisdom of the old
and so become wiser than when we were
a part of newness on time’s endless shore.
More by this Author
Despite the common notion that wedding receptions are places where tasty food is served for free (minus the cost of whatever gift given to the bride and groom), it is my firm conviction that a good wedding reception is...
Below follows a rather incomplete list of books I'd recommend. It is incomplete because there are so many books I've fallen in love with that it's hard to keep track of all them. This list was written after having more...
When I was training for my first marathon (completed 9-18-10 at the US Air Force Marathon), I encountered a few problems that I’d never thought would be a part of the process. For instance, I’d heard and...