yet
again
the stars
are out
in all their
stupenous
glory.
a silent
fireworks
of constant
dismay,
while
I
await
Your knock
on the door
of my heart.
please enter,
quickly,
that I
might
convey
to the world
with candlelike
signals
the joys
of Your
workings
in, through
and
around
humankind.
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