stars

the stars at night

twinkle in the black sky

often in art

they are arranged

and they linger there

over a million years

they remind me

i am never alone

looking down on me

the stars scintillate

in a universal morse code

blinking an acknowledgment

a message of sorts

shimmering across

our dazzling assemblage

an awareness

i am there

i gaze at the diamond sky

constellations of cosmic rhyme

that offer such grace

in my lonely good night

i feel a sprinkling of light

a warm glow from above

i am keenly aware

that i am a part

of this mystery

everything

feels sacred

in its place

in the milky way

and in the beat

of my heart

i am alive

no matter the reason

the time

the season

or in the philosophy of why

i exist

in immense holiness

a living prayer

lies in front of me

in the small hour’s sky

there is no need for amen

the stars need no altar

it is in awe

they leave me standing there

below the heavens

in god’s sanctuary of life

i realize

who i am

is very small

in the grand order of things

and yet that is enough

— patty

art — ”moon forest” — by christie sailor’s art