“Mary, full of grace,”
so did the angel proclaim
But what victory
did you contemplate gazing
upon the milky way?
Is there a moment more sublime? Lao Tzu counseled those troubled at heart, whom thought the universe agitated, to look out at the stars. I followed his advice many nights. Too often, I strained past light pollution to glimpse more than a morsel of steller serenity.
But once, deep in the countryside of Vermont, I looked upon a naked night sky. Oh, what cascades of joy! A cacaphony of constellations in which my teary eyes swam. I breathed in the bliss, smiling.
a fresh crowning to begin
Daylight silences Mars
to nourish fresh greenery
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Happiness, posted by Susan
dVerse Poets’ Tuesday Poetics–Brand Name Noodling, pubtended by lillian