There it was, once again
in the center of the sky,
a faintly glowing Orion,
and this winter’s cold
is well and truly arrived.
The cycle does go on,
that great reassurance
of being entire, an order
which belies the disorder
that lives down below,
but in vain it contradicts
the awful mess we make
ever and always since Eden,
the drift of our careless ways,
despite the gifts endowed
by a knowing generosity
we forget how to know.
Thus what a miracle it is,
that on some rare days
the stars will have their way;
and the light of kindness
does not surrender an inch,
refuses to yield its duty,
and shines on, denying the dark.
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