Pete Crowther - The Tattoo

I bear a mark,
A spiral sign
In indian ink
Upon my arm.

No bigger than
A silver coin,
It calls to mind
A nautilus,

The yearly growth
Of mollusc shells,
The whirling winds
Of hurricanes,

Or spinning wheels
Of galaxies
Where stars are born
In clouds of gas.

It is a sign
Of nature’s power
And energy,
The Universe

And All That Is,
Omnipotent,
And infinite.
Be glad, rejoice!

Pete Crowther

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