Observation

The astronomer prophesied stars would align.
Underneath that blue-black ocean, looking up, and swimming,
Eyes frosted, mind searching every path those lights could take,
A little dust was waiting—
And she didn’t know she was waiting.
We are watching the stars be still
As God’s hand moves the galaxies,
Moves the earth.

Underneath the blue-black sky—
Power lines like shivering harp strings—
The song she sings evaporates and seeps into the universe.
The light that lit her searching was coming long before—
Before she ever knew to look up.
Before the telescopes were trained to see,
The sun would just come up
And cloak our observations.

The astronomers proved faithful—God faithful.
The sweetness we would taste
Years later—never late—was well on its way to us.
Stars were smiling. Stars were satisfied.
Heaven sighed.
“How many times?” asked the astronomers.
“How many times do we have to remind them?
God will set things right. It’s already in motion.”

(2022)