and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

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spend your time 

and heal thyself 

then the world 

waning such limited time 

our warming gift 

small hands pressed into clay 


art but a reflection 

the way they once moved 

–and grasped

T. M. Hudenburg is a poet who divides his time between Northern Virginia and Coastal Delaware and is very pleased that this piece found a home here.


NASA images by Reto Stöckli, based on data from NASA and NOAA, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

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