By Leah Jordan Meahl

 

O majestic watchman of the night,

Whose soft iridescent glow transfixes,

Stops me dead in awe of your sight,

No eye can avoid your captivating presence.

The world’s lighthouse, brilliant and true

Takes gentle care of what lies in darkness.

Each sundown reveals your face anew,

Big, bright, and beautiful evening symbol

More than just a wishing star

The face of my Guardian so near—yet so far.

 

Psalm 136:7-9

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