
How curious it is,
that those objects we design
whose purpose is to move us forward
must ultimately be stilled,
while that which God designs --
the apple tree,
the grass,
the flower and its berry --
continue their own forward movement
(from falling leaves
to winter's losses,
through resurrection into spring,
new growth and longer tentacles
to reach through spokes and tie them down;
new flowers, ripening through summer
into fruit that feeds us all)
and soon overtake
what we create,
which has no future but to fade:
to die, and feed tomorrow's flowers.
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