God's tide of light
so sweetly sweeping from the West --
already the canvas prepared,
mountains and valleys and islands
of deepest blue and gray.
the waxing light
washing the ceiling above this busy town --
waves of people with backs to the sky,
this promise,
like that to the sparrows,
of Eternal Love.
--
life is too beautiful!
too fragile, too trivial,
too meaningless and meaningful!
may i die only in a moment
when i am alive with the world,
whether in ecstasy or sorrow.
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