Night Sky’s Vigil

encouragement, faith, hope, religion, spiritual

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.

Artwork by Noelle T.

Lauren Daigle “Hold On To Me”

7 responses to “Night Sky’s Vigil”

Bridgette

Simply divine.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you so much, Bridgette.
  
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eob2

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

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, friend. I’m grateful for you kind comments.💜
  
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Carolyn Crossley VixenOfVerse

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

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  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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Ordinary Person

Beautiful and written in such a unique way.

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