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Why now, has he reason?Inclined, he is, to say,“No pleasure? ‘Tis treason!   A man’s mind plans his way.” All else, seen as bondage,This his long-held reflex.How could he acknowledge:  His steps—the Lord directs? Yet knowing that his seed,He did not, himself, lay.It must be false, indeed: A man’s mind plans his way? From within, comes no aim;What isContinue reading “Directed Steps”

A Solar Waltz To move around you or you around us,Long ago—making for vicious debate;Yet invoking such a need to discuss,To reinterpret the movement of Fate.Have we now discovered your final truth?Mere stardust formed by chance to be our light.Or is there more to you, once known in youth,A connection found in rays shining bright?NoContinue reading “Three Sonnets of Nature”