Poem,  Poetry,  Pray

The Stars, Man

I stood in the garden at midnight
And looked up
Where else could I look?
 
The back sky night
Was blacker than I have ever seen it
Pollution absence paradox
 
And the stars, man
The stars
They taunted that black sky
 
How they twinkled
Like the nursery rhyme
Needed written all over again
 
And their light
Captivated my eyes
Blinded me with truth
 
God is in God’s heaven
Even when all is not right
In God’s world
 
And the stars, man
The stars
Called to me
 
To be hopeful
Shine with us, they said
Shine hope
 
Out of the blackest of nights
So all may yet

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