The Night's Sky

Out that night on the mountain trail
days from the city’s glow,

Stretched out under the open sky, while
stars fell and satellites circled;

The depths of the heavens overwhelmed,
as orbs long dead heaved waning light.

My heart, as Hopkins, bred dark heaven’s baffling ban,

for I too am a stranger here;

Yet I, know of my fountain’s birth. And I as son, an heir

of all He hath,

Will one day return

from once I sprang.