July 4
We sat up on those rocks together
Not much disturbance, just me and her
Both of us awed by the situation
The dark sky exploding with man’s creation
Her eyes full of wonder, she uttered exclamations,
As she waited and watched in anticipation
Of the booming, the splendour, the smoke, the sparks
That were man’s creations, blowing up, leaving their marks
For me a different awe of disturbance and sadness
How does pollution and smoke fill one with gladness?
The brightness and haze eliminated my view
Of the stars and the moon in that great vastness of blue
Which one of us was correct? I wondered,
As man’s amazing creation covered up God’s splendour
She sat there excited; I sat there in shame.
But her and I, we’re one and the same.
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