Before a Starlit Night
A sonnet
I stand agape before a starlit night, these dappled freckles on a darkened face. I think, Was all this made for my delight, the vast expanse an endless gift of grace? The moon's aglow in secondhand glory; its radiance is borrowed from the Sun. I think, Is this a part of my story, that I was made to bear and share the One whose life and light shines through all He has made? Then, as my eyes adjust to this abyss, I think, How much I miss when I evade the blackened glare of my forfeited bliss! Instead, I'll face the night's full-bodied gaze until dimpled lights smile themselves ablaze.
This sonnet is so full of possibility, like a the feeling of a previously unknown skill or talent coming to the forefront, and practicing it over and over. It is such a sweet sound and delight. Well done my friend.