Sunday, November 1, 2009

Where are the stars, Lord?
They used to hover
in the sky,
scintillating, moving,
as though alive

Huddled together
in numberless throng
like angels
orchestrating an eternal song.

They are not there--
I've searched for them at night.
We've frightened them away
with self-centered, artificial light.

We animate our nights with
artificial glare
until we can not see
that You are there.

Teach us to see the stars again, Oh Lord.
Help us to find them
and our faith


TACParent said...

Beautiful. I especially like, "we've frightened them away with self-centered, artificial light." Sounds like it is time to spend some time in quiet stillness.

Dymphna said...

That line was actually meant literally. Light polution is a huge problem. I think the self centeredness is true of humanity, though.

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