Vespers

 

All my life I've looked for a shooting star, believing it would be a kind of blessing, never seeing one, until last night

 

 

 

"Silent night, holy night" . . . a low sky

Darkening in the spires of the pines,

The blue-white arc of a streaking star -

 

A match flaring in the arch of the apse

Of an empty cathedral, lighting candles,

And one by one the ancient gods appear.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-12-14 at 15:43

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What one man takes for granted may be another's man's blessing. I'm happy for you. Elegantly written, from the heart I'm thinking.
2012-12-15


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so graceful, spiritual and picturesque. It is awe inspiring. Thankyou for sharing it with us. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2012-12-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Short, sweet, perfect.
2012-12-14