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"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality." -Carl Sagan I was a strict stripling. I stood for the stars and stripes, Be them still or rippling.
How the world is against feeling numb! The towering trees demanding awe, The twittering birds crying for attention, The fascination one feels from looking at a lake. How beautiful the feeling of being in love,
Dear God, Thank you for creating your masterpieces, trees. Oh God, how nice are Your trees, with branches reaching out to You, with leaves that gleam in the sun, with roots made to gather
Enormous, silent flashes Fill the arid night Lightning so bold it reveals clouds For many an arid mile One, two seconds apart A jovial dance Performed on a stage
i saw the world today, spread out over the mountains and over the seas; swirling into the ether, straining toward oblivion. i heard the world today:
Take a look around you.Do you see the starlight?Do you see the owl whoFlies solo in the night?
We can find the awe in everything
A dark clear sky is all you see.
it's hard to be aware of the moving world around the whipping and rushing and tripping and gushing it's hard to stay with your feet on the ground and it's much too easy to lose that footing
Tiny, untouchable light,
Irredescent glow gives a certain luster in the snow. Cold as the winter wind blows and every one watches as the ice start to give new shows.
Her beauty is a wonder. Her smile is intriguing. With fiery black eyes, And an elegance to her ebony skin, She makes the stars look like they're not shining. If beauty could be described in words,
I've seen bullying in my life, I've been on both sides. Some people say it's not the place to be, But I must say... "I just get off on the pain." - Now, it's been a while,
Drunk from the thoughts of last night,I can’t sober up.
I wish you knew, I hope, you'll see, How much you mean to me, Running through mind, Worrying about you, Even though you aren't mine, I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
When at a door a common thing Is to knock your hand on that door. But is that door meant to be knocked on? Is your hand meant to knock? Or is your hand meant to build that door
Are darkest day turn to dust with lust The soul stirs in the muck with lust My heart drowns in sorrow with love My lungs seer and burn with love Tell me now which should I pick Lust or love which one is quick
I hear your name and I sigh I see your face and I cry I hear your voice and I die your beauty is strong inside and out.
I stand staring up In awe I look Mouth gapping to breath in the taste of their voice Dizzying my self with the constellations of their rhymes In awe I stand Of the vast Darkness