A Star at Dusk

    The first star appears
    glowing,
    pulsating,
    in the pale sky.

    Dusk is approaching,
    wisps of clouds
    are dark against
    a flaming horizon.

    The fleeing sun
    slowly sinks.
    And the first star
    shines ever on.
    Steadily,
    As a symbol,
    All is well
    God is unchanging

    The star is vigilant
    in its fixed place
    In the pale evening sky.
    A point of light
    In a darkening world.

by MariJean

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MoonMist2@aol.com

The Plight of the Hero

    Standing alone
    Waiting,
    Directing to the place of escape,
    Dread slowly settling.

    He knew he would not live.
    Yet he stood.
    Now a hero
    In the eyes on the world.

    The one, of many, that stayed
    in the face of terror
    The one who gave his life
    For others to escape.

(Written for one of the heroes of 9/11 who stayed behind so that others might live)

by MariJean

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Reflections of Beauty

    A mist in the air
    A faraway glance
    A waterfall's sheen
    Slow tumbling.
    Green,
    Lush,
    Rainforest.

    A frost in the air
    A snowy Plain
    The shimmer of ice
    Glittering brilliance.
    White,
    Cold,
    Arctic Tundra.

    A heat in the air
    A blazing sun
    The wave of sand
    Empty trance.
    Golden,
    Burning,
    Desert.

by MariJean

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