NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening

he gazed up

at evening

stars

whispering

words

he collected

or a poem

or song he was

fond of

watching the mist

of his breath

layer gently

into cool air

 

and even if

clouds blocked

his view

he continued to

speak

knowing the stars

were still

there

 

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