Poem for the day

Man can not live by bread alone, it is the same with politics..

So here is one of the poems I am working one to get packaged to see if I can get it published one of these days.

Tell me what you think.....

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Star Dust, Bones and the Cosmos

We live in the Sol star system, our sun now in middle age.
It has eight planetary children, or is it nine, one’s perspective.

Our home is a stony world, third from our sun, called earth or Terra,
With a child of its own, a beautiful and deadly place we call the Moon.

Terra has a rotating liquid iron core, that gives us protection
From the very lethal cosmic radiation, in which sprang all life.

We consider ourselves flesh and bones, Intellect and philosophy,
But in reality we are made of star stuff and its deadly energy.

With your eyes on the heavens, the never ending night sky,
Did you see the lights winking, as they fell all around you ?

Did you hear the Cosmos calling, its music, the stellar serenade,
The comet waving its tail when it passed, the Morning and Evening Stars.

It is this star stuff we are made of, why the Milky Way beckons,
Calling us to return to our true home, for we are star born.

The scientist Carl Sagan once said “It is far better to grasp the universe
 as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring."

To enable us to return to our home, to the stars, to the Milky Way itself,
We have to grasp the universe with our mind and body, in its true reality.

Using our reason and logic will not lead us astray, it gives us our strength,
Our faith, for our road to the Cosmos, our vision for the future.

However, maintaining the psychosis of a persistent and satisfying delusion,
Will only lead our species down the path of pain and sorrow, to our extinction.

I for one believe in our future, there is a destiny for the human race,
We need to take the lessons we have learned with us to interstellar space.

When it’s my time to die, the Cosmos will show the way and give me guidance.
It will answer my questions of what form and where in the universe I'll be going.

When my bones return to star dust, will you hear the ghost that's calling,
On Terra, in fire, earth or water, or is it just the stellar wind come singing.

Nothing last forever, even the earth and sun slip away, death and rebirth,
The cycle starts again, new universe, new sun, new planetary children.

But for now we are lost in space, the sun comes up and shines all around us,
The earth is our own, and in our care, which reflects on us and our future.

@ Iratus Aves Hominis