On Starry Nights
Mark Miner

On starry nights
you strain your neck
to see the lights
the tiny specks
so high above
and far away
the moon alone
was lit today
and all the rest
poured out their rays
in ancient past
do they still blaze?
The star I sing
that guides me north
is it alight?
does it hold forth
its eloquent expended beams
down to today?
Perhaps it seems
alive, but death
is hiding light years hence and I
will be bereft of breath
and who will see it die?


Ex Terra
Mark Miner

Have you knelt?
have you felt
recently
the earth?
The soil beneath
of which you are,
my friend,
and I, too.
It does no good
to ignore your roots
nor those of God's green weald
so pause
and press the clods
the little fibers of past lives hold it together,
then it crumbles.
Pay attention,
there's much to learn here
as it returns to dust
so will you
so will I
so do you good to it before you die
consider,
you're making your bed.

 

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