The night skies call
out,
As I look upon the
city,
The immensity of
stars,
The city built by
hands,
Trail light from
fingertips,
Joining above and
below.
I imagine what I see,
What I see through
the soul,
A transference of
souls,
Like white lights
streaking up,
Shooting stars from
the Earth,
Gone straight into
the night.
From points within
the city,
Which most would not
know of,
A young woman cowers
beaten,
Her cries too loud
for sound,
Her tears too strong
for breath,
In silence draws her
hand,
And leaves her life
behind.
From points traveled
often,
And faces past
unseen,
An unseen face
unspoken,
Which family has
forsaken,
Lies looking up in
starlight,
Against the bitter
cold,
And peace unfolds his
thinking,
And his old eyes stop
blinking.
There is a child in a
hospital,
Lying within his bed,
A mother with a
story,
And so much left
unsaid.
With pain,
No gain,
Disdain,
In frame,
Picture forming,
A new morning,
With direction,
And reflection,
Alone,
No more,
For we have,
An open door,
To be with,
One another,
For God gave us,
Each other.
Life is never ending,
No reason for
pretending,
All the things we do
and say,
Make no difference in
the way,
For we touch lives
all around,
No one can escape the
sound,
Though the moment is
but fleeting,
All our hearts are
heard beating.
Now is your chance,
Stand up and try,
Touch other lives,
Before Soulrise.
