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Dorothy Gibson

Thoughts on a Summer Night


This summer night evokes the solemn hush
of a requiem mass; a holy altar spread
with the royal linen of a purple sky
where chorister stars assemble in a rush:
where the glow of a silver salver moon is shed
like radiance of angels passing by,
and those who came to worship kneel and face
this masterpiece of harmony and grace.

From this small planet Earth on which we dwell
we search the skies, out to the farthest star
through mystic host and a symbolic bell
for proof of a creator, near or far,
yet what greater miracle can be
than this - our passage through mortality?