Shooting Stars
During the past twelve months,
While I’ve been recovering from invasive brain surgery,
The sky under which my mind has been sleeping, night-wide to night,
Has been dizzyingly, dazzlingly illuminated with inspired flying stars.
My rejuvenating brain has been asleep, beneath a night-sky universe
Askitter with continually igniting fireflies —
Images, memories, dreams, symbols, and visions
Trying to arrive as whole poems
And land on the earthen surface of my waking consciousness,
Comprising a collection of poetic meditations,
Lyrical words of my mouth and my heart,
Which I’ve deciphered from each of my night sky’s wonders and signs —
Blessings handmade by the Maker of all the heavenly celestial bodies.
Each evening, when I go to bed,
I hope and pray that my awakened soul,
For eternities everlasting to everlasting, will read, to my dreams,
The meditations gathered over this preceding year’s pilgrimage,
So that I’ll always sleep the peaceful deep sleep
Of the ages, sages, and patriarchs
And ceaselessly rest the stressless rest
Of my blessed ancestors,
With their unwavering faith in YHWH.
from The Words of My Mouth and The Meditations of My Heart |
