A Poem: Revolution

The night wraps about me
in a blanket of stars.
A night two thousand years hence,
that your presence
graced our planet.

And yet,
the night wraps around me
with the hush of newness,
that even the angels I think
hold their breath.

The moon,
everything here,
has that sense of things ending
and renewing.
Such that,

I’m reminded,
where you live
outside time,
everything revolves
around your name.

Just as we in our journeying
circle a sun,
the light of which sustains our life,
so in a deeper sense
you stand more central than any planet,

and are the pivotal point
at which we all start and end.

Ana Lisa de Jong
December 2017

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