‘Children of the Stars’ by Elizabeth A. Britton

The lit brush burns oil on the canvas;
Ancient word breathes stories of Atlantis;
The silent stone speaks more than us all;
Mortal mysteries that hold us in thrall.

Throughout the ages, man has done and seen
Terrible and beautiful—wondrous—things.
But who are we to judge the weary hands
Of what we could never truly understand?

Source: ‘Children of the Stars’ by Elizabeth A. Britton

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