Mantle of lights above my head
fixed on a map of midnight blue
shining silver blue and red
so close, yet eons overhead.
They only wink with my own blink
a steady stream of glistening
shining bright, yet light, I see
is all ancient history.
A vastness more than mind can hold
yet I behold December’s night
stand on my globe of living rock
that spins with the celestial clock.
Count the numbers, multiply,
as the universe flies by,
here I stand a single speck
in heaven’s sum.
December night, clear, bright,
gifted glimpse of creations might
never a doubt in my mind
stargazing, meant to remind.
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
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