From my dark room, I looked out my window in to a crisp winter night -
like dust from a shattered moon, a million pieces of something blanketed the grass and trees;
they looked like stars that had lost their way and fallen from a lonely sky.
So bundled up, I stepped outside and stood among the scattered debris;
one by one, hour after hour, I placed them all back in the sky’s bosom
where they sparkled above a heart that too had lost its way -
what had fallen was lifted up to once again reflect the light of the hidden sun;
and my heart…it found its path by that light – it could see the hope of a new day.
Rick Garrett © 2012