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CYCLE I: EARTH
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred heart imbue.
What Force Divine illumined with Its spark,
Does Man despise, to render all in dark.
April 8 - NaPoWriMo 2017
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred heart imbue.
What Force Divine illumined with Its spark,
Does Man despise, to render all in dark.
April 8 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 8th Apr 2017
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9th Apr 2017 1:39am
Excellent entry, Hepcat. It's reflective of an age old sonnet posing the deepest of questions, causing us to seek answers in the truth of ourselves.
