Saturday, February 16, 2013


By Tom King

We are made of star stuff;
Our bones of quicksilver and moondust.
In our sinews are longings
Which cannot be satisfied
On such a dusty rock as Earth;
Proof we are meant to live forever.
Evidence - a faint trail
Left upon our souls,
By Him who made us.

(c)  2009

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