Solar Sentinel

Ursa Major commands an army of stars on their circumpolar midnight watch. Steadfast soldiers of the navy-blue universe wait shimmering, shivering in cold solar winds behind shadows of an icy-white summer moon. As keepers of dreams and protectors of both Pleiades and earth-bound sisters, they bullishly occupy their assigned bunkers throughout Via Lactea. Companies of constellations stand at parade rest while one Sergeant at Arms, snaps orders to His celestial battalion. With sabers of light in hand, they man their posts, ready to thwart any who would disturb my sleepy peace. Because He watches over me, I smile up into the heavens tonight then dream my dreams in confident repose oblivious of the dark clouds of matter along the Milky Way. He is the Sentinel keeping me safe through the night.