While We Sleep

VIOLET Starscape

How dare the day change at Midnight!
Are we not the author of dawn?
The painter of the stars, the guardian of the moon?
Is it we who smile on earth, in sunbeams, at the dawn?

Or are we simply grains of sand reflecting light;
Grinding slowly into earth,
Its precious minerals?

What Child is This?

Quenby-Michael-Annika
Woman-Man-Child

What child is this?
Meek, mild child;
Full of power-almighty?

What child is this?
Summons light-bright:
Radiates its energy?

What child is this?
Makes stars mid dark;
Carves paths to trod?

What child is this?
Intimate;
Exuding trust and promise?

What child is this?
Eternal earth born:
Sun stands still!

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