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Deep Field of Dreams

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My spirit speaks
The silent Universal
Language of love
And yearning

While

Trapped as surely
As any goldfish
In its tiny bowl
I recognize the irony

And the joy of
Beholding all the wonders
Hubble has to offer
In glorious living color

Along with the knowing
I will not last the tens
Of scores of years
Required to reach them

 

(Above image: The new version of Hubble’s deep image. In dark grey you can see the new light that has been found around the galaxies in this field. That light corresponds to the brightness of more than one hundred billion suns.
Credit: A. S. Borlaff et al.

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Author: Melody J Haislip

Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)

2 thoughts on “Deep Field of Dreams

  1. Lovely. I believe I see all the Happy Ladies from our group in those stars. We shine brightly forever.

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  2. You’re right, Martha. I couldn’t have said it better myself. Then there’s Crosby, Stills and Nash, “We are stardust, we are golden”.

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