NIGHT

          Your silence dares me to come out into the greater silence of the cloudless night in which the penetrating freshness of the dense mysterious dark is pierced by light so old, so far away from humankind, that on our planet is no flesh no chemistry to comprehend it whole.

          A single star advances through the heavens on its messengers of blazing light, which greets the pupil of my eye through such a vastness of eternity:  it has become a cold and tiny speck of jewel announcing its existence in another eon; and my eye can hardly find it in the vast array of jewels crowding from the majesty of all the heavens into that narrow apex of my wondering mind.

          How can an eye contain a star?  Yet in one night it holds so many flocks of stars within its fluid cells, it does contain a universe.

          I fear the cities.  It is more difficult to penetrate their neon and their noise to find one quiet patch of night than for a universe to nestle in the quiet of a waiting human eye.

He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
(Psalm 147:4)