Father, thank You for this night—

the moon ascending on a starlit chair

above illumined edges of the clouds—all white—

the frozen earth below, ashimmer in its gaze,

the silhouetted trees uplifting empty hands in praise,

a lonely leaf wandering on the wisps of wind,

and I, admiring, wondering, smiling, there

within the artwork of a Friend.

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