“Starry Night in Maine”
I was on the dock visiting Maine and this poem came to me about how amazing God is and also how short life is and how quickly it passes us by. Hope you love it, feel free to share
Starry Night in Maine - A.M. Stewart - Original Poem - July 2021
Creator of the Stars
There seems no end
to what You've made
We give You the worship You deserve
Take our lives, words, prayers and days
You have made us rich with beauty
We see it everywhere
Yet there is even more beauty we cannot see
Angels and archangels
Ascending and descending
In furious graceful movement
In the heavenly realms
Veiled from the 5 senses
Which some lay such confidence in
Somehow Your creation keeps moving
These fish look like the exact same fish
I saw shining in the water when I was 5 years old
But generations have come and gone
They are the great great grandchildren
Even though we seem to be standing still
We spin quickly, noting only the wrinkles
And decay of things that have worn out
And people whose voices no longer share the scene
Like actors who have no more lines to read
New faces emerge to star
in this current chapter
Or wait for their moment to walk on
Hesitating and peering from stage right
for the Director's magical nod
Someday in years to come
They are often unaware of
the Wondrous One Who has made all of this
Let us not make that mistake
For He is infinitely worthy
YHWH the true living God
Our faces mark the passage of time
Generations rise and fall
but You remain eternal
You uphold all things by Your power
Jesus in this still water at midnight
Do you still walk on the glassy surface
when no one is paying attention?
Thank you for dragging glaciers across
Forests with Your mighty hand
In Millennia past
Thank you for carving Echo Lake from
honest dirt, rough burly rock, and felled timbers
Hewing stone and redirecting water flows
And painting and speaking
The creatures into Existence
who would live in this place
Thank you for your kindness to us
And letting us join the ranks
Of loons, moose, fish, deer and herons
Lightning bugs flashing magic
Through gentle forest breezes
Thank you for Letting us be
Part of the living landscape
The good Artist who chose to include us
Imperfect as we are
By Grace and costly blood
in His masterpiece
In the hugeness of this universe
Your attention still notices us
Counts every hair and notices
If a single eyelash would fall
Or tear of joy cascades down
Still You see when hands are raised in praise
In the pitch black dock at midnight
