A poem

At the peak of night,

I sit in consuming awe

My Lord – the stars, the skies

Reverberate your thundering glow

Shooting comets of possibilities

Remind us that you’re in charge

So, I eagerly utter prayers of gratitude

In the universe, hoping to reemerge

As a bright star in this encompassing

Darkness; fine lines of balance

I now recognize it is part of my being

Delicate vessel of the Almighty Essence

I give thanks for this opportunity

Let me not take it lightly,

For your abounding grace knows no limit

We shall ever praise your might

With trumpets of worship in the heavenly courts

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