As I look up into the night heavens,
The stars are the only light I see.
They twinkle and shine, like sequins,
Against a piece of black velvet.
When I look to my left, the moon
is there, like a big white melon.
The shapes of the dark mountains
Stand out against the night sky.
The whisper of pine trees
Blows softly in my ears.
The sound of water, lapping
On the lake shore, and the
Reflections of the moon on the lake,
Give pause to my thoughts of the day.
There are many campfires along the lakes edge.
You can hear the soft whispering of voices.
Someone is singing a song of praise
To the Maker of all things seen and heard.
It is the closing of my day.
I thank you, God.
The evening is subtly quiet
but filled with great joy
For I have found an answer
to an important question
Which I have labored over
for considerable time now
And it really doesn't matter
what the actual question was
Nor does it really matter what
the method of revelation was
For I had faith that the answer
would come when it was time
And, it has indeed come to me
as I knew it would eventually
Such a wondrous feeling to know
that there are such honest answers
For those with the patience and faith
in the unique justice of the other side.