Stardust

What miracles we humans are,
A bit of flesh, a bit of bone,
Frail, vulnerable, all alone,
A fleeting life - and we are gone,
Death turns us then to bits of stone,
Yet, of eternal stardust we are made,
Our dreams spanning the universe,
The music of the spheres - our verse,
Moving through time and space,
Our memories part of God's grace,
Recalling the sublime - the human race...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz