GEMINID'S EVENING

When I looked up at the perfect lights,

I saw an immaculate canvas, stretched out

From land’s hands to the sea’s shoulders;

An orchestra of colors and sounds, directed by

Life’s inherent director;

A musician’s composition, with black

Notes carefully dotting a white, blank page.

When I looked up at the perfect lights,

I saw something much bigger than I,

Greater than war, disease or widespread poor;

Stronger than a rolling, unforgiving,

Unrelenting white water tide;

And more in control than the man that

Blinks across the sky--left to right.

When I looked up at the perfect lights

I’d even venture to say I felt at peace,

And not the peace that wars war,

But that which calms an anxious heart,

Mollifies a rancorous crowd,

And silences perhaps the doubters doubt,

Because I saw God--and that is enough.