Born on the fourth day
of God's great goodness
Your Creator crowned you
to govern the night
You haunt my earliest memories
waking me in the hushed hours
an unaccustomed light
bathing my bed in squares of silver
not a sound to be heard
but my sister's soft breathing
You drew me towards the dormer window
to gaze out at your pale, round face
and in wonder at our front yard
painted with a strange and holy light
washed of color
utterly serene and silent
stark shadows made it seem
an alien scene, another front yard
on another planet
And still sometimes you wake me
and I greet you with a smile
still ethereal and wonderful
an unexpected visitor
and yet an old, wandering friend
who has popped in to wave
from the vault of the sky
You draw me with your secret pull
as you command the waters
My body is water, too
and I willingly rise to follow you
out the backdoor to stand on the porch
and gaze up in adoration
breathing a sigh of reverence
dear queen of the night
by Celeste Boudreaux, May 2022
And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night . . . and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.” And it was so. God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. . . . And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the fourth day. -Genesis 1:14-16, 18-19, NIV
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