Dazzle of the Deep Field
They aimed the lens where nothing burned,
where all was void, and stars unlearned,
a silence vast, to dark returned…
and yet within that hollow span,
the galaxies began.
From ash to bloom, the silence stirred,
a hidden hymn the void had heard,
then softly rose a shining word-
“Even the hollow learns to keep
the promises that sleep.”
The night held me in its hands,
faith a brittle leaf in wind.
Prayers were seeds scattered on stone.
Yet somewhere, roots found the dark
and a small dawn broke through.
The universe repeats this song:
that nothingness is never wrong,
the dark can hold what waits too long,
a spark, a soul, a breath, a name,
all rising from the same.
I watch the hidden corners of the dark,
I find the glow the dark has held
and what I feared was gone returns
the beauty born of blackest space,
the hush that hides its grace.
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