when i was a young, i wanted to

study the stars–until i discovered

that math would be required. 

~~~

but staring into the starry skies

has never waned, it is still just

as magical as when i was nine.

~~~

that pulling of the soul into

mystery, the unfathomable 

enormity of it all.

~~~

something that cannot be held

within two hands, like the wind, 

like the waves—

~~~

but even greater still. we think 

we are wise, but our minuscule

brains cannot contain the

~~~

vastness of space, billowing out

beyond our ability to explain.

inspiring stories eloquent, 

~~~

adventures in unknown. but when 

i stare into the starry night, i cannot

speak–and think about the face of God.

~~~

©Heather Pound 2022

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