High Shining

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The high shining,

Dazzling from the sky.

Hurting the eye with that piercing glare.

Reflecting from sparkling seas

Which shimmer in the gentle breeze.

Reflecting and reflecting

From diamantine spires.

Echoed on the blackest night

By radiant cities

Lit by glimmering lights.

Our Gods hover over us,

Incandescent in their glory.

Their bright wings shimmer and shine,

Inspiring us to greater things.

Yet let us not forget

That all this blazing brilliance

Is everywhere:

Even in those shadow lands

Where ordinary people

Go about their daily grind.

Even though we sit in sheltered rooms

Bathed only by some television light

Or laptop luminescence,

If we but open our inner eyes

We can see

That the world is not as prosaic

As it seems.

Paul Butters

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