Silent Sentinels
Why are shining stars spread across the sky
like twinkling torches tethered to the night?
And why are some seemingly so close by,
like dangling diamonds sparkling with light?
Believers say stars took form through God's will,
but scientists believe in the big bang.
Although dubiously skeptical, I still
behold breathtaking beauty, where they hang.
Burning brilliantly, they'll end as all things do,
though at a substantially slower pace.
Like trillions of pinpricks, stars poke holes through
the flimsy, featureless fabric of space.
Silent sentinels spied through telescopes,
they symbolize secretive, hidden hopes.
(Sonnet)
7/2/2018
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