This universe is naught but dust
Blown out in one great burst,
So say the scientifically anointed.
If this should really be true,
Is it not evidence of a God—
A Supreme Being exploding that star
To give birth to a universe of life?
Or, is this tale just the scientists’ way
Of letting we mortals know
That only scientists work like gods?
If that is truly so, then why
Is the scientist that I know
Considered a god when I am sure
I know far more than he of God?
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR MARCH 2025
EYE OF THE NEEDLE
Silken rivers ran
In silver white streams
Slender ribbons fjording
The flower-fired banks
Truth stands beside them
Clothed in robe of revealing light
But fear drags
At their hungry eyes
And their heads are turned away
Mournful, tragic figures
Gazing into emptiness
Silken rivers
In silver white streams
Slender ribbons fjording
The flower-fired banks
Safari into the Soul Country
THE UNIVERSE
This universe is naught but dust
Blown out in one great burst,
So say the scientifically anointed.
If this should really be true,
Is it not evidence of a God—
A Supreme Being exploding that star
To give birth to a universe of life?
Or, is this tale just the scientists’ way
Of letting we mortals know
That only scientists work like gods?
If that is truly so, then why
Is the scientist that I know
Considered a god when I am sure
I know far more than he of God?
HOW MANY ARE WE?
How many are we?
We, who have known
atoms seething
within our flesh
erupting in pain:
the violent flaming
of a world being born
Who have felt the sun winds
stir our childhood cradle
as a universe breathed to life
Or, still before—
before there was that All
our numbers have given us,
before that all our minds can understand?
How many are we
who remember before
there was light?
AUTHOR NOTES
“EYE OF THE NEEDLE” carries a title the author considered for her novel set in the future. Sadly, she only completed a first draft of this story. The reader might like to check out the author’s poem,“Safari Into the Far Soul Country,” which appeared on this website in May of 2024.
REFRACTIONS—an essay by Kathleen Roxby
“THE UNIVERSE,” is included this week for March 15 World Contact Day (extraterrestial). While the author was not a church goer, it is obvious that he maintained a belief in a God. He did attend church in his youth though not often due to the fact that his family moved frequently because of his father’s support of a miner’s union formation and where they did live often had no church. This poem originally appeared in his collection Reflections on a Lifetime.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“HOW MANY ARE WE?” is included this week for March 15 World Contact Day (extraterrestial). As a child the author was introduced to the concept of space travel and its potentials because her mother was fascinated by these ideas. They often conversed on the subject and the potentials right up till her mother’s death.
#worldcontactday
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR MARCH 2025
SPLINTERS FOR MARCH 2025
DANGERS OF GLORY
The path of power answers all the call
The path is oh so short
Of certain death
The self-deceived desire to lead
Lures righteous men
from honored goals
To a corrupted end
For within its core
Glory hides the tainted seed
The world laments slowly
That deep grave where
Conquerors all must sleep.