A poem for Gabriel <br />appeared suddenly one <br />late summer Sunday morning <br />upon seeing something in nature <br />excruciatingly beautiful <br />that everyone has seen before. <br /> <br />Awe at the immutable <br />mitigates futility <br />at wanting to share <br />something so precious <br />that is and always has been, <br />proposing hopefully <br />to a doubtful soul, <br />infinity within the scope <br />of human destiny.<br /><br />Duane Robert Pierson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-without-end/
