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  • Writer's pictureCeleste Boudreaux

Queen of the Night

Updated: May 2

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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