Star Gazing

The heavens are clearest
on the cold nights

when you stand in one
place
until pain stabs into
hands and feet

lifting your face
in awe and amazement

as you anticipate
revelation of the secrets
and promises scattered
above

.

in this week’s prompt Margo Roby asks for a poem
about the holidays, without mentioning the holiday.

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3 responses to “Star Gazing

  1. I know that feeling. Halfway between awe and shivering.

  2. As I read your poem, I have the Orion launch sequence happening. The poem seems serendipitously appropriate. After all, Orion seeks answers to what amazes us.

  3. This is gorgeous; I love it. Especially this as a metaphor:
    “when you stand in one
    place
    until pain stabs into”

    Really, why is it so hard to stand still and quiet, listening for God’s voice?

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