A Winter's Tale

[size=2][color=#000000]A Winter Morning’s Fear



The temperature is dropping
below ten degrees
and forty mph. winds are blowing sculpted drifts
of snow against my door,
and the lights are beginning to flicker.


As expected, my anxieties arise
and cluster around my mind
like a swarm
of agressive aunts and uncles
lecturing me about the awful dangers
of power outages
and no heat
and no water.


Instead of succumbing to an endless
black spiral of fear and worry,
(which would be my typical, unaware response)
today I have decided to read
about the birth of stars
and how hundreds of millions of galaxies
arise in the universe
and evolve over billions of years.


We don’t really know exactly
how
or more importantly
why
stars and galaxies perform
their infinite dance of birth, brilliance
and death
except for one simple
yet astounding fact -
all the heavy elements in our cells
have been born in the fiery furnace of a star,
exploding in a supernova
of plasmatic flame
and light
and heat.


Nowhere else.


So we are literally born from star-stuff
and then,
are able to reflect and wonder
upon that marvelous interlinkage, the blessed existence
that stars
and we share.


We can see and know them
only
because they died for us.



The windblown snow swirls and drifts.
It’s getting colder
and the lights are flickering on and off.



As I change the way I see things,
the
things
I
see
change.







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