The Grandeur of Life

A photograph may defineWhat man can barely see The grandeur of creation That sweeps from sea to sea.

His proteges have not language Nor tongue with which to impart Yet each presupposes The Master's precious art.

In mountains there is splendor From valley to mountain peak With energy enough for sharing With the depths of an ocean's sweep.

While history's lingering presence

Is allowed to have her sleep

Beneath the cool green surface

There burns a furnace at her feet.

Can compromise dare settle

The broadness of the breach

While the threat of death simmers

Within the circle's reach?

So must we search for light

To prepare for that great dawn

When life will come for perfection

To quell the circle's brawn.


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