Summer night skies bridge gaps between divine and inconsistent.
We're both here, you in yours, me in mine. Apart.
In these moments when stars find stillness we can speak.
As close as I can come, as near as you will be.
Almost cool enough to leave, but somehow your warmth finds me.
Distractions glow beneath, your name is on my lips.
Your voice could stop my heart so I lay belly up forgetting how to breath, forgetting how to see.
the sky has grabbed my attention in recent months, the vastness of His creation is startling. that poems about a specific night when i lay on the roof of a friends house for quite some time waiting to see a shooting star, it never came. no shooting star but i did retain the feeling of complete chaos caused by being so small and inferior to such a mighty Father. although small and inferior i am found to be much more than insignificant. Under the stillness i was found to be a conqueror and a herald.
peace and much hairgrease.
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