Twinkling shimmering dots cover the skies
connecting Orion’s belt,
head, shirt, legs.
I see new brightness,
ecstatic pleasure overcomes me.

My head falls back in awe.
Trembling, tears stream forth, eyes glisten.
The night sky alive.
No city pollution
The canyon’s crystal clear
pure, resonating twilight.

A mass of God’s paintbrush
swirl the sky.
Let me remember,
these visions.

As I reflect my life,
back into smog, fog infested city.
Let me not forget God’s Grace.

Snow covered fields.
Mountain tops, passing roads.
Snow, there, here, everywhere.
Crunchy boots, indented
on chalky pavement.


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