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Of Skies

Soaring free, unchained

Far from clamor and calamity

Somewhere between knowing

What is man and what is God

Much like a woman labors

To bring forth her child

So too must we struggle

To reach forever higher

But to what end the quest

Seeking as mere man to find God

Or trying instead as man

To believe in ourselves?

If the later – then I wonder

What is man to be understood?

We are nothing but dust

Illusions, souls without depth

No, as man we must then seek

To reach upwards toward heaven

To find our way home too

Weary from endless wanderings.

Karen Quinn 1999

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