Origins
Does our legacy lie buried in altars far below
or in the sky above us in that universal glow
leaving signals of its visits in the shadows of those scars
that are the vestiges of planets or of stars
left by burning meteors that spin their gleaming trains
across the sky before they bury what remains
deep in the earth to rustle and come to rest in earth
and perhaps seed vestiges of an alien birth
so our world thus mimics some world that gleams above.
As we gaze at the heavens, training our thoughts on love,
do we intuit tender mercies that were our beginnings?
Are those specks of stardust our true underpinnings?
Our scientific knowledge breeds pollution and cancer
without ever really giving us an answer
as to what man’s origin was in the beginning
and what led us away from it and to our present sinning.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 707, May 18 2025 the words are: legacy scars altar sky mercy burn mimic rustle gleam gaze shadows train


Oops, I meant to use just one of these photos. Which do you think best reflects the poem?
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Quite poignant.
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Wow! You do such an amazing job of these wordles Judy
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I am truly impressed and awed by your poem. It is so well structured and amazingly worded, that I can’t think of a better way to put it. And, it is so beautiful, too.
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Ah, thanks, Maiya…
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Well said, with perfect rhyme, Judy!
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Thanks, Sara.
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