Falling Stars Poem by Violetta Simatupang

(Gliding with the clouds)

swept by the wind’s soft caress
gazing down to the colourful nadir
as far as the eye can see
boundless
a calm heart follows the jarring rhythm of never-ending
banyan tree tops. In hill country, wild deer munch the grass
water ducklings swim placidly – below fish foetus
burrow out their shapes. The fragrance of dew upon
grass evaporates cloudwards and the murmur
of clear holy headwaters evokes a distant heavenly lullaby
how beautiful my earth
under the light of day or a new moon, fireflies glimmering
like fragments of falling stars slipping among coral
this universe is delightful
sons of Adam within all of this fail to aim at creation
the great work of God
yielding anamorphosis thus that long before
the time of endings
Armageddon has risen everywhere

(Gliding with ghouls)