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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Elisabeth Crago


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Thinking about Holiness

I've been thinking about holiness,
how sometimes the sun slashes
across the sky, finger-paints clouds
until they shimmer silver and gold.
No wonder the ancients imagined beings,
populated whole universes with invisible creatures.
I look at that same void, stand dumbstruck
beneath a blue moon glowing orange,
boggled by infinite galaxies beyond ours.
The sky will grow dark, glow rose again
when dawn rises from below the horizon.
Even birds sometimes are silenced in wonder.