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<blockquote data-quote="Sif" data-source="post: 77506666" data-attributes="member: 382195"><p>In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa by Ada Limon</p><p></p><p>Arching under the night sky inky</p><p>with black expansiveness, we point</p><p>to the planets we know, we</p><p></p><p>pin quick wishes on stars. From earth,</p><p>we read the sky as if it is an unerring book</p><p>of the universe, expert and evident.</p><p></p><p>Still, there are mysteries below our sky:</p><p>the whale song, the songbird singing</p><p>its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree.</p><p></p><p>We are creatures of constant awe,</p><p>curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom,</p><p>at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow.</p><p></p><p>And it is not darkness that unites us,</p><p>not the cold distance of space, but</p><p>the offering of water, each drop of rain,</p><p></p><p>each rivulet, each pulse, each vein.</p><p>O second moon, we, too, are made</p><p>of water, of vast and beckoning seas.</p><p></p><p>We, too, are made of wonders, of great</p><p>and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,</p><p>of a need to call out through the dark.</p><p></p><p><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1c/Europa_in_natural_color.png/1500px-Europa_in_natural_color.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sif, post: 77506666, member: 382195"] In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa by Ada Limon Arching under the night sky inky with black expansiveness, we point to the planets we know, we pin quick wishes on stars. From earth, we read the sky as if it is an unerring book of the universe, expert and evident. Still, there are mysteries below our sky: the whale song, the songbird singing its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree. We are creatures of constant awe, curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom, at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow. And it is not darkness that unites us, not the cold distance of space, but the offering of water, each drop of rain, each rivulet, each pulse, each vein. O second moon, we, too, are made of water, of vast and beckoning seas. We, too, are made of wonders, of great and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds, of a need to call out through the dark. [IMG]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1c/Europa_in_natural_color.png/1500px-Europa_in_natural_color.png[/IMG] [/QUOTE]
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