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Ions


10.01.12 Posted in words to linger on by

I can’t tell you much about BJ Pearce because he (she?) hasn’t sent me a bio yet. Rest assured, if I get one, you’ll be the first to know. In the meantime, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to google her (him?).

Ions
By BJ Pearce

The ocean is my galaxy.
Like the infinite expanse of space and sky,
Those seas sustain astounding life in varying degrees
Of depth and rebirth.
Similar waves of ions rush across the heavens
And swim determinedly to some unknown destination
That they may not see or hear, yet know,
From some centuries-old pre-determination.
Radiant life forms wend their way
Through invisible currents,
While newborn rays stream into obscure shadows
Illuminating the life silently secreted away eons ago.
All life intermingles … 
Carrying with it traits one from the other
Until melded into one immense explosion of light.
Once again, before the fringe of night overtakes me,
I soar through the heavens,
And ride the crest of that final, insidious wave.
I am at Home … in the sea,
As much as when anxiously exploring the stars.
We are a part of each other–
The seas, the stars and I.
Yes, we are all on our way to somewhere … 
Swimming, backpedaling at times,
Or languishing over an otherwise inviting plea,
We pursue our uncertain path in one mystifying voyage after another,
Knowing all the while, and, without regret,
That God only knows … 
Of our final destination.




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