The light of stars is burning high above;
So faint, they shimmer far beyond my reach.
I cannot fathom universal love
No not like this; not as I here beseech
The love abiding far beyond them hear
My plea for hope in darkness that persists.
The void between us stretches. Love, come near
And take the cold and aching in my fists.
Turn it into life, to flesh and bone,
Take my heart and split it with the light
Of glory that comes to me, here, alone
Beneath the stars in silent, waiting night.
The fear that crowds out radiance must flee
Before the light that waits in hope for me.
postscript
The little light I prayed for when I wrote this in 7/18 is six months old and fussing on my lap. But that just adds weight, doesn’t it, to the anguish of uncertainty before getting pregnant. Will I conceive? How will it go? It was a long and difficult pregnancy but God was in it all.