above
upturned eyes,
eyes seeking a
glimpse of heaven's reaches,
expanse
beyond human
arms palms up,
outstretched to receive a
merciful
moment of
clarity, more than
a sense of direction,
peace
that endures,
hostile human hubris,
wait and experience the
love,
not of
stardust that falls,
the voice that calls,
across
a cross,
light speed speed
times purest plenty is
energy.
A joyful
seasonal reprise brightens
a night sky, is
this.............................................................­.....................................................hope?