©July 14, 2009
Outside it’s pitched black. Sounds I hear
Are occasional howls, trees shivering in the breeze —and me....
Its midnight: I hear my thoughts, and my courage wanes
Until I look up and see the stars so brazen, so brave
Watching me, caring for me in cold, snowy earth....
When all my dilligence in youth causes me to sigh—
When all my confidence in ignorance is shamefully splayed—
I feel tired. The dark is dubious--the clouds hide the stars, and rolls into the unknown....
A blanket of stars had come forth last night; intensified, as though they were focused on me.
For a few moments they did not seem to be blinking with disbelief, but instead
They appeared to be intense in seeing me, and then they enlarged, as if to say:
"Don’t fret! We will light your way; God! —will surely light your way..."
I admit I never really pray about my sorrows— but last night I was screaming to be heard, inside my Self.
Screaming: “Yes! Help me, won’t you please? Tell me, how do I reinvent myself?” And then the tears
burned hot on my cheek and I closed my eyes, and the memory of the stars return to me in my mind's eye;
blinking as the moon was bright before it took its rest...