stars – Poetic Meanderings

Majestic Sky

When I look at the night sky and see the work of Your fingers —the moon and the stars You set in place— what are mere mortals that You should think about them… —Psalm 8:3-4 I spy the silver slipper moon, high above the periwinkle blue; it beckons me to stand in the warm March nightContinue reading “Majestic Sky”

Stretches

I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” —Wendell Berry from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry A path, a walkway, a cobbled track, hiking trails and mountain passes,Continue reading “Stretches”

Abba

He casts the stars on an endless canvas, brushes the sky with rays of amber, supplies us with every variation of peach, sets our morning aglow in lavender and pinks, lights a fire on evening’s last glance before it slips beyond our horizon, nestles us beneath a canopy of violet, lulls us to a welcomeContinue reading “Abba”

Distant Light

…the evidence of things not seen. — Hebrews 11:1 I look long into the sky, peering into blue-gray clouds, straining to see past the nebulous, thick layer into calm space, so wanting to see the flicker-lit night, the distant light that happened in the past, memory from another day, and I find on this nightContinue reading “Distant Light”

Stardust

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, butContinue reading “Stardust”

Still Rising

You made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to set. —Psalm 104:19, NLT It hasn’t felt all that different yet. We’ve only just waded into the lapping waves of 2021, barely getting our feet wet. It felt so long getting here — I think we all let out a collectiveContinue reading “Still Rising”

Just Walk

I just want us to walk and keep walking; we’ll pause long enough to touch the velvet petals of sweet roses we pass, enjoy the shade as we listen to any breeze through quaking aspen branches. We’ll amble past open fields, trudge the mud along river beds, saunter upon warm sandy beaches as we delightContinue reading “Just Walk”