Above the drippy wax of November’s sloppy weather,
sits a wick that burns despite the late hour.

Like candle on an alter, 
a prayer uttered in every tongue, 
which at it's core cannot be altered.

And one has but to hold on to self,
curl below the unseen glow
and wait for warmer weather–
nature’s peace offering,
life’s healing halo
which bravely endures 
all misery and curse
the year precipitates onto us.

Brightness finds a way to burn on 
in the night sky’s chalice, 
until the dampness and despair
we co-create
vibrates at a high enough frequency
to simply evaporate. 

©2023 | K.F. Hartless


Artwork by Noelle T.

Lauren Daigle “Hold On To Me”

7 responses to “Night Sky’s Vigil”

  1. Simply divine.

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    1. Thank you so much, Bridgette.

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  2. This is a beautiful poem K.
    It gives one a sense of serenity. The last stanza I 💙 hope. 🤗

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    1. Thank you, friend. I’m grateful for you kind comments.💜

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  3. This is such an inspiring poem full of hope and perhaps the edict that this too shall pass. ❤️❌❤️

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    1. Thank you, Carolyn. I’m so glad you found it inspiring. I found the moon flame in Noelle’s painting to be very comforting. 💜

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  4. Beautiful and written in such a unique way.

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