His hand made all…

BANISHED

 

Whilst I gaze upon the starlit sky

Ablaze a heavenly light

Afar a bell tower croons its song

As a nightingale takes to flight

 

Acute the senses staring aloft

Tiny minions scattered high and wide

An astral canvas with a waning moon

Sailing by on extra-terrestrial tide

 

The celestial hand crafted this scene

His wonders never ceasing their grace

These stars in the night revealing the way

Where He set them all in their place

 

Like a spec of sand awash on a shore

The twinkling lights burn on

Until the solar giant rears his head

To banish then raise the dawn

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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