Thursday, February 26, 2009

Thursday Poem - Out of Stardust Dancing

Somewhere above us in the cauldron of night,
particles of stardust perform a slow dance,
incandescent motes coming together into worlds that
are yet to be, becoming the sky and the land and the sea...

and so it was with us in the beginning —
we were myriad motes of stardust kicking up our heels
around the mother sun and dancing in the endless deeps,
we danced in our orbits, and we became.

When you look up into the night, breathe deeply
and remember your beginnings — once you were
dancing stardust, and though you have come to rest now
on this good dark earth, you are still a child of light.

Catherine Kerr


Shell said...

A lovely and beautiful poem. Part of the dancing stardust. When I was little, I use to wonder who I was before I was born. Your poem gives me some of my answer.

Endment said...

your photo sets off a thousand thoughts and dreams. Food for my imagination

Anonymous said...

What an absolutely beautiful shot.
It brings to mind stillness and motion simultaneously. Light and dark stuggling. Very elemental.
Thank you Cate

Cassiopeia Rises said...

What a lovely and dreamy poem . Well done my friend.


Aiyana said...

A beautiful, thought provoking poem.

Suzanne said...

Your photo takes my breath away - incredibly magical and mysterious. And a beautiful, magical poem to go with it. Thank you for this lovely moment.