The servants of creative love

The servants of

creative love 

(every spec and state of matter,

each shot, and sine of energy)*

Well, here I am "alone" walking in sun-

shine, after rain throughout the night before.

The spindly grass whose seeding has begun,

keeps tiny drops like dew, but even more.

.

.

So on the right, where sun is shining bright,

a trillion stars do glitter making white

like snow, as on I go, and view what's quite

below that sun - which wasn't there last night.

Well, not that I could see, because our world, 

itself gets in the way, untill it's curled 

around, as kitten chasing tail is whirled,

and back, that banner in the sky's unfurled.

But on the left a diff'rent view here glides:

(the same seed tops in grass hold tiny drops,

but light's refracted as it hits the sides)

the sprinkl-ing of colours never stops . .

.

they sparkle just the same, but here a blue,

and there a red, or gold, a violet few.

A multicoloured glitter, as I walk

is thrown beside the way, no fairies baulk

but do their lovely strewing out, like flow'rs.

I wonder if this happens after show'rs

around the world, where sun shines, as does ours;

if past and future "thens" rhyme with these "nows".

And if we'll be enabled so to see

creative love's good fairies that would be

enmeshed within this Universe where we

do sometimes hardly notice its beauty.

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Photos: Bah! As you walk here you see these things I'm talking about, but the video must be not good enough, and you can hardly see any colours in the photo of the left side. Whereas in fact to the live audience, they sparkle into your eyes, and it would be hard not to see them. Come, and see!

*  He makes the winds his messengers, and the flaming fire his attendant. Psalms 104:4 NET

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dunder standing.. blunder standing

wonder standing.. under standing

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