Ph: Love: Night Vision Poem by Brian Johnston

Although Hubble’s frozen eye may never dance
With light gathered from your visage,
My mind’s eye knows that you are there,
The constellation you inhabit
Perhaps unknown in earthly realms,
You, my soul mate from the moment
That creation itself chose our far flung paths,
Imagined the perfection of our wanderings,
Two puzzled pieces of God’s imagination,
Me without you, you without me, yet part
Of a wholeness, a twinkle in God’s eye,
In life and in death embracing the other as self.

What makes the night beautiful,
What gives the night its voice,
Is that somewhere you are singing softly,
An evolutionary force of nature
That has not had time to mature yet,
The missing variable that drives the Big Bang,
And explains once and for all,
How galaxies, each a dream in God’s imagination,
Now thought to be rushing into oblivion
And apparent cold death, can turn the tide,
Finally merging with God’s heart once more,
Where every piece at last finds peace….