Beyond
No, this great orb will trundle through,
defy the void beyond the blue.
She’ll tread her path both grand and narrow
and spin her way through light and shadow.
Great Life relentless pushes on.
Spring’s propelled by bud and blossom.
Seeds must sprout and leaves unfurl.
Snow’s water churns the Maker’s mill.
This is sweet gift and paradise
that you and I, despite demise,
leave legacies beyond the sorrow
that turn and twirl and power tomorrow.
Sharonne Price