I look up at night

And the inky dark

is awash with


No wonder humans

have been fixated on them

for millenia.

Our brains

look for patterns

but with less light pollution

there are just

so many!

Their majesty

leaves me speechless

and comforted

and at peace.

I remember

that the Greek root of

‘grace’ means

‘unearned gift’.

And I give thanks.

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