Satellites Poem by Amanda May Moore

stars, not to be confused with satellites,
are the essence of truth and hope.
satellites deceive (and lead) us into the system
of beliefs that we can create an earth that
is more harmonic.
I once wished on a satellite, thinking it was a
shooting star.
I fell into the dischord of disbelief
of what is real...
what is real-we see but only
small holes in our night sky where this light penetrates
into our world of whimsical dreams...
we've lost sight
of the true light
beyond our reach,
past any and all depths
that anyone of us dare say because we've been covered
with a blanket for our hurtful words, harsh judgement,
hateful jeers, and we fail to produce love and cheer. but
I believe that every time we say a prayer, we see more and
more light, returning us, yet again, to God's sight.
let us say a prayer tonight, for the stars to be more
numerous than before, and to let the light pour;
so that we may end war.