How little my heart knows

quiet and black
sky meets trees, meets earth -- hear
nothing, faint quiet
gentle breeze
rustling grass
no moon
suns asleep under the world
and we watch
stars
millions, deep, unending
wavering and moving
twinkling, falling
skipping, slowing rotating
around our heads
we watch
Majesty in unadultered reality
before our eyes
say a prayer
that He will hear
us
inbetween the wars, the crys
chaos and lament that make the planet
buzz with frightful fury
But He is there,
in the stars, among the grass
whispering through my hair
He hears.
And our hearts know, only too little.
And we have to leave, but forever I'll keep
that memory of stars, and black quiet and majesty above my head
wishing I could pour myself up to it.