A Ceselstial Offering

In the sharpest of nights

Where no birds take flight

And the cold breeze bites

You jump trembling with fright

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The moon has withdrawn

And the trees are just pawns

In this dusk before dawn

How can we carry on?

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‘Til the sun peaks out

No one hears our shouts

(In the winds they drown)

Will we ever be found?

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It’s the dead of the eve

When at once we receive

(Super)natural pity

We look up through the leaves,

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Our vision sees colorful streams.

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Is it God?

Is it light?

Is it a comet?

Is it sight?

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We don’t know

But for a brief moment we’re shown

The magic of our home

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Our earthly sky,

Illuminated like heaven on high . . .

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We take a deep breath and release a sigh,

The gift is gone in the blink of an eye

Captivated at once we cry

As someone whispers in this moment awry:

We’ll make it through the sacred heart of this try.

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And tomorrow,

We’ll arise.