We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace
We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement
We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe
We are Human
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Re-blogged from last year
The Cheesesellers Wife 
That’s glorious – or possibly humbling; okay, I’ll settle for both! Well worth the reposting!
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Thank you John!
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I must agree with John. Love this!
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What a wondrous collection of thoughts !! x
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You express our connection to the stars with wonder and respect. Looking up at the night sky reminds me how inconsequential I am but how boundless is our human imagination.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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These are thoughts we’d do well to ponder upon. We have too great a sense of our importance. We’re pygmies on a cosmic scale. Not even.
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Indeed
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such a brief bloom…(K)
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Indeed
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I love this one, Kim: we all carry a little piece of the universe inside of us, though we are only human!
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We are stardust….. ;)
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