FRESH FROM ETERNITY UNTO THIS WORLD

A WORLD too much – – so morning broken
sun and soon the place of much:  
a waste of beautiful powers:  that we see
spending sweet wages upon vaporish
fantastical wishes;
    Romeo as Juliet — little light of Nature
that might have been like the fresh Sea
bares creation through destruction — sand castles
of me less forlorn;  
Oh sweet new faults teaching me i am a new born
what moves us is not but through Great God
 hearts out of tune;  my mind is not evening
but morning’s eager Triton who blows his
wreathed horn.    Fresh from Eternity Unto
This World.

:: 06.22.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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