Night-Time Gazing

night-time pine

Night-time gazing overhead

puts daily turmoil into place,

inky depths on silken thread

define the infinite of space;

and while my tears in silence fall,

I am but one on cosmic plane;

galaxies count such sorrows small –

I am but single link in chain.


Turmoil without, tumult within –

this daily survival is wearing thin;

where do I turn when my heart is sore and wary?

Limbs that are strong, arms that are true,

Bulwark unfailing, I run to You;

hidden by Heart that beats a sanctuary.