This poem came in the the middle of a sleepless night filled with anxiety. To dispel the mood I stepped out onto the deck and was greeted by the darkness interspersed with the lights of multiple stars. This simple poem sprang from the joy of the sight of the night sky on January 3rd 2022.
On October 21st 2020 I posted a poem titled Autumn Morning. Since then I have not written a single poem until January 3rd of the New Year. Even if my poems may not be worthy of becoming known beyond my journal and perhaps this blog, they are, I believe, especially gifted to me. When considering periods when poems filled pages of my journal opposed to periods when they were absent, I noticed giving time to silence and seeking answers seemed to open the door to The mystery of some bit of truth Flowing from the mind of Truth itself To an unworthy poet… * (From the poem, The Gift by DJ Pasternak )
First Poem of 2022 How beautiful is the night! Cold clear winter sky Aglow in darkness Do we gaze upon a world beyond in awe Silent serene awaiting souls Thrust into the forever of beauty unknown A world of truth to behold Given as gold to those Yet wanting to know what awaits In the lighted heavens Seeking arms to hold, to love Creator Comforter How beautiful is the night!
DJ Pasternak, Author 