and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg






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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