I went out into the night
Only me.
Stars end to end across the marsh.
And lifted binoculars to see
Never before
Millions. Where there was one, two;
three, four.
Planets. Stars. Nebulae. Galaxies hidden like stars.
East. West. North. South.
Fire surrounding me.
Inside. A fire. Heat. Light. Sound. Consuming. Yet small. And. Not a star.
Are we alone? We are just a rock? Hurtling through space.
Be humble. In this expanse, we ache for identity lost in infinity surrounded by tranquility a part of infirmity seeking almighty.
If He is not there. We are nowhere.
Only the flames before us.