Slowly spinning,
we ride this blue-green marble
that floats in the vast emptiness of the universe.
Taking our turn to angle toward the sun,
the seasons change
from end to end.
Can we not share the rest of our blessings
as we share
the glowing warmth
that gives us life?
If not,
how much longer will this elegant orb
grace the quiet corridors
of space?
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Apart From Worldly Things
Poetrycollection of poetry, both rhyming forms and free verse
