Looking up these nights at you,

Dear Stars,

my eyes,

my thoughts,

my soul

reaching out

to where we touch in space,

where the forces of our orbits

intersect

high above my life,

where we are all one family

trying hard to live in harmony,

struggling to be open

to the wisdom

spoken in a language

without words.

Looking up, I listen

to the silence

of your fires surrounding me,

calling through the vastness

of the universe we share.

Oh Stars

and moons and planets--

we are family.

Sometimes I feel your tender fingers

touching me.

Sometimes I feel a brutal hand

like an angry god

pounding at my brain.

Some days, I’m like a sailor lost at sea

looking up at darkness--

my bearings gone.

Some days this stone is more

than I can hold,

and I am here crying out for lightness,

for relief,

for signs you know my name.

So much is still impossible

to comprehend

and yet,

looking up,

reaching out,

I know that I am part of you--

a star,

a point of light,

a fire

burning in the night.