Stars

A poem

Photo by Jeremy Perkins on Unsplash

Pinpricks of hope,
in the dark carpet of night,
Painting a picture,
in clear black and white,

of what the sky looked like,
before the light ran away,
singing in the night,
giving their planets, day,

A thousand possibilities,
countless worlds unseen.
This one seems tiny,
still, my home it’s been.

My home it remains,
near one pinprick of light,
the sun echoing the Son,
in banishing night.