On The Bridge Over Patani River
On the bridge
over Patani River at dusk,
I observed, with uninterrupted awe,
the nightly celestial bodies receding
into a greyish December sky.
Oh, how beautiful!
The moon and stars, though receding,
beamed a soft light that illuminated the bridge,
making our passage into pitch dark and sleepy Patani, assuringly divine and blissful.
And I reminded myself of Psalm 8:
‘When I consider the work of your heavens,
…..the moon and the stars, …..what is mankind that you are careful of them.’
Journeys across my first home