Looking Back...and Dreaming Forward

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Where did it come from,

this pristine meadow,

asleep 

beneath white blankets,

looking back

on ten thousand summers'

buzzing bees
and silent snakes,

while for the moment

men and angels

come to life in snow,

the artifacts of happy human hands?

And where 

within myriad

hopeful human dreams,

where

is it going?

December 2, 2007