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Gift of Beholding

By what improbable — or inexorable — alchemy 
Did stardust congeal to a template for us, 
Fantastic aggregations of matter 
Anointed uniquely, if briefly, 
With the gift of beholding?

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.