I look up and wonder…

I look up and wonder…
Who holds up the stars in the sky?
Turns on the switch so they burst into bloom?
Lifts every waking head upward.

They make me homesick for some long-ago place…
Perhaps the place where I began…
They are the kind of beauty I can actually believe in…
Wisdom sparkling and dancing in their light.

I often become sad when I cannot see the sun…
Even though there are a million suns waiting to guide me…
Once upon a time, Abraham tried to count them…
I don’t think he ever made it to the end.

Up there, there is the sense of original oneness…
The end of the long dusk of winter…
The resurrection of world upon world…
Do you want to talk about it?
Come on, the tea is ready to be poured.

This experience can make me feel smaller than I already am…
But I don’t think that is a bad thing…
Because here I’m in that season where all of nature rests…
And all the voices sing together.

I love you,

Annie