Boreas by John William Waterhouse Here she stands alone,
Under a brilliant evening sky.
A billion dazzling points of light,
Across her lips breathes a sigh.
A gentle breeze across
The sweeping prairie blows,
Within her beating heart
A burning question grows.
Where are you my love,
She mummers in the still of the night.
Do you see that star up there
From where you are, tonight?
Her face at the darkened sky is drawn,
Marking out the constellations.
Surrounded in the splendor of heaven
Heart beating in anticipation.
My love, my friend, my darling unknown,
Are you out there this very night, too?
Gazing at this sky so wondrous,
At the mystery and glory of this moon?
She smiles in the night as she dreams
A dream only He could wrought.
Of him looking at that very same star
Of him wondering the very same thought.
Never had they met,
But each was bound
To the other in soul
In faith renowned.
I don't claim to be a poet, but the other night driving home I was looking out at the stars and the inspiration struck me to write this poem. It is not perfect, but it was fun to write.
Whenever I'm out watching the stars (which I love to do - just read my tribute to the night sky
here) I'm often thinking this to myself. Could he, might he, also be out there that very night glorying in the works of God and the splendor of His majesty? Did he see that shooting star? Is he seeing the beauty of the moon?
