In Stars Above

I’m in an open field, beneath the heavens and the stars. I pour out my heart in song, while the river of my grief flows with turbulence and turmoil. I look up at the sky; in the stars, I see hope. In the moving clouds, I perceive a passage, an emergence from the tendrils of the night. My voice echoes in the space; the wind carries my sound to the throne of mercy, where I long for it to go. I desire a blooming meadow. The night hides its treasures in the stars; these guide our hearts to Zion’s gate. Redemption flows like a stream; we see beyond today. I’m absorbed in the songs I sing, enveloped by their lyrics. They resonate and resound, as tears and tranquillity mingle.