Another post with Kabbalistic imagery and inspiration.
Moon and Stars
The diamond of the universe
Was shattered in the distant past
And scattered through the dreary void
To liven up the space.
It broke apart like hand-blown glass
That falls upon a cobbled floor
Or like a lonely human heart
That loves too much to rest.
But now the moon, a polished pearl,
Is smiling down to draw the tides,
The ebb and flow and wax and wane
Of water, blood, and time.
Its gravely steady lunar force
(The parent and the child)
Is reaching out, as mothers would
To stroke a baby’s cheek,
To seek the shards that lie about
Wherever chance has tossed them out
Like seeds of light upon the soil
That spring will call to sprout.
Extending through the infinite,
Collecting them with tireless care,
It turns and turns to look about
Till every sliver’s found.
And now this polished pearl the moon
Is dangling on a silver chain,
The priceless centerpiece that shines
When set amongst the stars.