Look Up

I call       you

like a bird at twilight

who sings and sings,

desperate for a reply before 

night

twists its worlds and stars 

and webs and briars 

into Unknown.

I see       you, 

but not now,

like a celestial pilgrim

who followed the way 

of the blue green auroras 

until they curved

and vanished. 

I behold       you, 

but not near. 

There was a draft in heaven’s cathedral 

when a star came forth from Jacob. 

The people living in darkness

have seen a great light. 

Were they foolish or were they faithful 

who looked for light in darkness? 

Expecting

that through the massive void of space

a shining star would find them.

Text: Lynne Westerhof

Art: Cece Cheung