M3 Poem by Sue Oxley

On the blackness
On the shocking distance
On the cold terrible reaches of the night
Silvered light sits and shivers at its vastness.

How to find that which formed it,
How to reach
The trailing star-covered cloak.
Of the Wonder.

All vain attempts begin
With incense burnt, with candles lit
Like universal beacons in the scented dark,
Yet still, against the vastness,
They leave no measure or mark.

Then suddenly
The soul swings away,
In solitary stillness,
In floating adoration,
And the Greatness looks down and smiles
On upraised hands.