compassion governing the pulse of his mind
regarded our past
and found the beauty within
a memory fixed there like stone
in pietra dura
yet flexible enough for the wind to blend
effortless melodies with the stars
the fire struck out of the stone
littering the earth for warmth
and which God had placed there for his own just purposes
the colour blue all poured from the sky at night
and he could see with perfect clarity
our ever present but poignant past
like the softer angels point to the future
stars glittering the sky like confetti
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