Science & Spirit

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In the beginning,

When God created

The Heavens and the Earth,

Hydrogen plasma interacted

With the force of gravity

And begat the stars,

And the stars

Begat atoms,

And the atoms

Begat molecules,

And the molecules

Begat living cells,

And the living cells

Begat brains,

And the brains

Begat human minds,

And the human minds

Wondered at the stars,

And God saw

That it was good.

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delicious words

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delicious words

be they smooth bones

or voluptuous verbiage

reach out with rippling

fingers to stir the mind

or caress a ruffled soul

delicious words

so juicy and pregnant

with fanciful imagery

evoke sweet nuances

of lost and forgotten

realms of pure magic

delicious words

planets

plannetss

with graceful ease

the melodies

of venus, earth, and mars

dance ever on

the notes upon

a tablature of stars

on distant lands

the marching bands

of jupiter resound

and hearts take wing

when ringlets ring

in saturn’s jeweled crown

the trumpets sound

the drummers pound

great uranus rolls on

and no less grand

is neptune’s stand

a billion miles beyond

amid the swells

faint tinkling bells

add depth that few can hear

for mercury

and pluto flee

all but the chastened ear

Deer Friends

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My woodland friends stop by every day for a snack, and I hope to have them feeding out of my hand before long. They seem like such timid, gentle creatures, and yet they can be quite mean to each other.

I made this feeder out of snow for them with two troughs and a partition between them because the “bully” of the group wouldn’t let the others eat. As you can see, it didn’t work.

I just thought I’d share a typical winter morning here in northern Minnesota, deer included. Ya, you betcha. Living up here in the sticks has its drawbacks, but we sure have deer friends.

 

–Photo by me

One, Two, Three … Out

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One AM, and with pen in hand

I stare thousands of miles

Beyond the flickering

Flames on the logs

As the old fan

Drones on

And on

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Two AM, the flames crackle

And resolve stirs, but my

Stream of thought

Has condensed

To sweat on

My brow

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Three AM, I am lost in limbo

Yet I will not go to bed

Perhaps morning

Light will…

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