God and Nature Summer 2023
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By Noah J. Craig
The moon, so bright, it singed the blue sky black
And illumed the secrets of outer space--
So bright, it never loses from its face
That dimple-smile of craters. I stand back
And nearly tip over at what I see:
Sirius’ red and blue elation;
The frozen motion of constellations;
Planets, fireballs, drifting a dark sea.
I see the rainbow halo of the moon,
An eternal promise lacing the cloud
Reminding in the night that what aloud
Was said before will be done and that soon.
I am nothing but a poor star-gazer
Looking up to find light when looking down
At life’s hardships—the remedy I found:
Standing in awe as a silent praiser.
Noah J. Craig hopes his words will glorify the ultimate Author. Originally from New England, he currently lives in Henderson, Nevada. If he’s not writing or reading or drinking coffee, he is most likely halfway up a mountain wishing he had more storage space on his camera. You can visit him at noahjcraig.com or follow him @noahjcraig.
The moon, so bright, it singed the blue sky black
And illumed the secrets of outer space--
So bright, it never loses from its face
That dimple-smile of craters. I stand back
And nearly tip over at what I see:
Sirius’ red and blue elation;
The frozen motion of constellations;
Planets, fireballs, drifting a dark sea.
I see the rainbow halo of the moon,
An eternal promise lacing the cloud
Reminding in the night that what aloud
Was said before will be done and that soon.
I am nothing but a poor star-gazer
Looking up to find light when looking down
At life’s hardships—the remedy I found:
Standing in awe as a silent praiser.
Noah J. Craig hopes his words will glorify the ultimate Author. Originally from New England, he currently lives in Henderson, Nevada. If he’s not writing or reading or drinking coffee, he is most likely halfway up a mountain wishing he had more storage space on his camera. You can visit him at noahjcraig.com or follow him @noahjcraig.