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Date Posted:19:47:24 03/18/03 Tue Author Host/IP: user-38lducm.dialup.mindspring.com/209.86.249.150
Oh this wondrous fabric,
Weaving from my mind.
That drape of thoughts,
Flowing from my quill.
This magic,
As brain instructs hand.
Speaking words of ink;
Once living parchment accepting.
A world floating in space;
So beautiful.
This miracle of creation,
Spinning out so many lives.
Centuries past;
In many ways so different,
Yet knitted so neatly together.
Stepping stones to our future.
These time worn mirrors;
Watching ancestors,
Pounding rock into wheels.
Spinning stick into fire.
This tapestry of our lives;
Learning just recently to fly.
Through life giving air,
On wings of innovation.
Even soaring in a vacuum,
Called space.
Flying to a glowing moon,
Only decades ago unreachable.
What a magical time;
Visions sent through thin air.
Our voices spoken softly,
Yet heard clearly around this earth.
Given the tools,
To forge our destiny.
Using them for good;
Thaumaturgic tapestry now complete.
