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May 1985
lying on the grass alone what am I one life among so many I lie on my back beneath the suns I’ll never touch and dream of glory of grandeur of creation’s endless majesty the scent of fresh cut grass filling my lungs my brief span of years to me it seems so long so short compared to the life times of stars or the ring counts of trees how can these three-score-and-ten take in all there is to see each day new wonders dawn to add to those before and my mind too small to hold it all allows it to fall ...
... it spills on the grass beside me a private universe dew drops light on a silken spider’s strand holding all I’ve ever dreamt and more
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Lying on the Grass Alone A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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