He made all the stars—the Bear and Orion, the Pleiades and the constellations of the southern sky. — Job 9:9, NLT
I wonder if stardust
has ever settled on my cheeks
on one of those clear cold nights
when I step out and turn my face
up; there is no warmth in the moon,
but the gentleness of its lesser-light
is no less inviting than the sun,
and so I open my eyes wide, stand
under that beautiful sight, and imagine
what heaven must be like.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 