While We Sleep

VIOLET Starscape

How dare the day change at Midnight!
Are we not the author of dawn?
The painter of the stars, the guardian of the moon?
Is it we who smile on earth, in sunbeams, at the dawn?

Or are we simply grains of sand reflecting light;
Grinding slowly into earth,
Its precious minerals?

MISAPPREHENDING

MISAPPREHENDING THE COSMOS

I thought the cosmos laid the foundation of the earth.
Misapprehended.

I thought the sun determined earth’s measurements.
Misapprehended.

I thought the stars sang together to lay earth’s cornerstone.
Misapprehended.

I thought birds stretched a line upon it.
Misapprehended.

I thought the heavenly beings shouted for joy.
Misapprehended.

I thought I could call the clouds to rain.
Misapprehended.

I thought I could call forth lightning.
Misapprehended.

Or tilt the water-skins of the heavens.
Missed it.

Or have understanding.
Missing.

Hunt the lions.
Crouch in their dens.
Satisfy their young.
Provide for the raven.
Mmmmm.

I misapprehended.
It was God…all along…Infinite
Not me….infinitesimal.

(see Job 38;1-7; 34-41)
Jeanne Poland
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