You may have noticed Spinozablue being a bit quiet as of late. We’ve been slumbering through the summer, in a way. Breaking out of the slumber, just a bit, we introduce another poem by Velma Jean Reeb, below.
It’s entitled, The Gift, and it’s about the stars, and where we come from, and where we might end up, and how. The “why” is another question entirely. The when is a long, long, long time ago and just this second. That’s one of the things that makes stars so magical. And poems about them, too.