I Saw the Universe
I can see the cerulean blue of the skies
Or the indigo of the night
I can see the stars wink, the grin of the moon
During the changes of it's monthly face
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I am in awe
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I see the sun on it's annual trek
Alternately awakening the life in the earth
And then fading away to allow it to sleep
Until the next spring
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I am told the Universe is "out there"
Beyond those stars, moon and sun,
Yet the power of what I can see
Is a fathoming beyond my comprehension
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I am in awe
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"Out there" no time, no seasons pass
No sense of age, hatred or loss exist
Only the infinity
0f the Universe
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What IS "out there"?
What IS the Universe that has no end?
What IS the power that creates all this?
I want to see it too
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And then I remember.....
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I saw it once, this gift of glimpse
In the eyes of a granddaughter five minutes old
As I held her to my heart and gazed
Into the depths of eternal wisdom and love
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It was but a moment
Before the bonds of her earthly body
Began to pull her
To her purpose of this lifetime
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But from that instant I knew
The Universe is everywhere Love exists
Each one of us carries
The Universe in our soul
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It is not "out there, but "in here"
And can be glimpsed in the
Eyes of a newly born child
As she shares the messsage she brings
of Universal Love.
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I am in awe
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