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Reach out and tell me 
how many stars are in the sky.
Count 1-2-3-4
and realize you cannot count that high.
Reach out and tell me
do solar flares gravitate brilliance
Squint to see its hues of variation
and realize its beyond your resilience.
Reach out and tell me
can a thousand moons tug a war at beauty
Follow its map through orbits
and realize it's only God's duty.
Reach out and tell me
can a blanket of darkness sparkle in such shine?
Silently whisper a breathless affirmation
and realize you too, can be divine.

Poem 23 of 30, April 2012

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