The Stars Weep with Happiness

Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night

Spiritual Sunday

My dear friend Sue Schmidt sent me the following Tom Hennen poem, which seems a perfect poem following America’s bitter election. Love must be key, and love is easier if we acknowledge God’s gifts I imagine “America the Beautiful” playing in the background as I read “From a Country Overlooked”:

From a Country Overlooked

There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.
The sound is enough to make the stars weep
With happiness.
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.
The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.
The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.
Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.
You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.
You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.

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