The night is still;
As still as a bell jar.
We make our way up the hill,
Carefully feeling our way.
The Darkness affords us the opportunity
To witness the Spectacle of the Stars
As we reach the pinnacle,
The Wind gusts, chilling our bodies,
We warp ourselves in warm bulky coats and tie
Scarves around our necks.
We search the Skies.
Orion's Belt,
Cassiopeia,
Venus at the center of the Sky
Holding the heavens aloft.
The Still Point of the Turning Sky.
We are witnesses of ages past.
Centuries ago with the brightest lights;
Millennia with the dimmest.
The Past sheds light on our Present.
Beyond the palest light that we can see,
The light is still present from the
Dawn of Time.
We marvel at the sight.
We attempt to comprehend its
Magnitude and Meaning.
As we stare into the
History of the Cosmos.
We vow that our Collective Soul will be
Nurtured and Grow until
The End of Time.
-Randy Allgaier1989