the eternal letters that spill from a sky of the deepest India ink
They roam through the endlessness that is night
and romance the unmoving with a consciousness as stirring
as the heavens for which they announce
They convict in their illuminating, perpetuating silence
as our eyes wander heavenward, soliciting Him who hears the
quiver in our prayers, the tremble on our lips
Among the gold dots of this celestial map,
our thoughts travel and we ruminate.