The Heavenly Conductor

Starry Night by Seward Johnsen. Photo by Marian Nawrocki

One of my favorite getaway places is Vermont. I’ve been going there for more years than I can count, and for many years it was my writing retreat. In Vermont, there’s a ski lodge, Mount Snow Lodge, that has a long deck built over a lake. At night, you can stand on the edge of the deck and see the stars glisten in a panoramic expanse of galaxies covering all the sky that you can see. And if you listen, really listen, you can hear the stars and moonbeams sing to the Lord in their silence.

I see you in the starlight;
the moonbeams sing your praise.
Though everything is silent,
I hear the songs they raise,
along with heaven’s angels
who catch the beams
so bright,
and toss them through the galaxy
to light the stars of night.
I see you, Lord, I see you,
and oh, behold
I stand,
In awe, amazed,
In wonderment,
at the concerts you command.

© 2022 by Barbara R. Williams-Hubbard