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.’

DH
Journeys across my first home