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Moon With Her Sail Full of Myths

Vanishing in the Blazing Night

Beside the Still Fallen Sky

On the Trail Between Orchids and the Otherworld

What to Pack For Your Departure

Earth Cry

Some Things Beyond Dimension

Explorer in the Undivided

One Spark is a Galaxy

Worlds Out of Nowhere

Unforgiven Rapture

Collective Dream

Now That You Are Infinite

Transcendence of Fury

What Little I Know

One With the Never-ending

Earthbound Supernova

The Majesty of Destruction

In the Infinite Now

Why We Love Dogs (A Little Something in Celebration of National Dog Day)

Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope)

Sanctuary of Flame


Glistening in the Dark


Words Like Smoke and Sand

The First Iris

The Totality of You

Winter Meditation

The Language of Wonder

Storms of Jupiter

Digital Chains

Plunging to Heaven

On the Shores of Cepheus

Why We Love Dogs (A micropoem)

Ascension in Gold

Crucible of Light

In the Last Green Hours

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest


Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday



Think one new thought and
miniscule worlds shift,
and the teeming, untiring architecture
beneath the visible responds like a
supporting actor in this ravishing,
unholy and fabulous drama where
particles mirror the known
and the unknown vastness,
even the spiral template of all creation.

If we could see it,
we would tremble.

We, who are microscopic to the lordly cosmos,
yet just as vital,
don't know our worth, but the Architect
knows and Architect feels every
rasping fit of the catydid, every green
thing tinged with playful versions of gold
like the van Gogh yellow hitting a high
note in the garden while under, way under,
it all, terrifying galaxies live subatomic lives—
the smallest, silent thunder that creates us.

In the quantum land we're here and then not here—
we're solid wonders, then something else . . .

and never-ending.

Soon the moon will slither out of the trees
and my heart will crack and disperse, and that's good,
because the open heart knows what God is,
and I'll finally believe,
without scoffing, that we are imagined and
adored into existence by something capable
of ungraspable goodness.

The moon has arrived and
I'm devastated.

Now I know.

Patricia Joan Jones

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