Monday, May 3, 2010
Venus Child, earth-bound spirit of form and beauty....
Toil as you will this Earth,
which rouses your unbending passion to make real.
Take this clay and mold for us the vision of our life gift
as you unfold the hidden treasures of our finite world.
Teach us to value all that is good and beautiful
and to use the riches of the earth with reverence.
We walk on the dust of our beginnings,
yet our path is a journey to the stars.
© Joanne Cucinello 2004
*** this is a poem from my book
"Constellations . . . a Collection of Heavenly Poetry"
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