by Glenn Currier
I looked up at night
yearning for the stars
but the man made light
eclipsed the ruby hearts of Antares and Mars.
Red and white pairs of light
move slowly up and down the hill
they fill the orbs of my sight
these lamps of electric human will.
I’ve a longing for the universe out there
for the touch of God’s creative hand
there must be a cellular link with each far flare
flung by some eternal plan.
But maybe the light I seek
is not in the sky
or that of which astronomers speak
or something captured by the eye.
But something of the universe within
scarcely noticed in the rush of my days
something beneath my skin
in stillness, silent, but deeply ablaze.
Posted on 02/09/2018
Copyright © 2018 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/18 at 09:07 AM|
A poem for our troubled times, Glenn. Love the rhyme pattern and alliteration in S3.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/09/18 at 01:21 PM|
I love this....it is abaze beyond wording
|Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 02/15/18 at 05:14 AM|
This is a wonderful piece--certainly it speaks a universal truth.
|Posted by Dawn Davidson on 03/26/18 at 12:56 PM|
beautifully expressed, the world within