Song of life sings loud and long in joyous celebration,
that ritual of being and becoming in the eternal now,
where everything does cycle through its transformation;
and birth leads on to death and then to birth once more.

Angels lift their voices through heavens hardly known,
as all soars forth from realms which lie beyond,
creation makes all manifest and purpose then is shown;
so does this world emerge in myriad, magic forms.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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