Star Teachers Poem by jenny piñero

Star Teachers



EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
That vanish in the heights.


These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;
Wandering beneath them I have found again
The ancient ample moment, the divine,
The God-root within men.


For this, for this the lights innumerable
As symbols shine that we the true light win:
For every star and every deep they fill
Are stars and deeps within.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nooruddeen Mm 04 June 2010

Good thoughts Nice writing Rgds Noor

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Ying Escalona 26 May 2010

not just stars, they are golden stars.....i love your thoughts Jenny.

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