Looking into an evening sky, anticipating seeing stars
lighting spaces above while the moon takes it's place
on an invisible throne.
Sharing the nighttime heavens with one another, looking
down upon earth and being placated right where they are
above us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pascal claimed to be terrified of the sky with its stellar objects and radiance. But you show a placid, balanced sky with everything its its place, no impatience, the still point of the turning world, but we don't even sense the turning just the blessed stillness, which soon inhabits us. Amen. A loving and lovely poem.