I have been doing some work on a new poetry project recently- a collaboration for Advent. Here is one that I do not think will make it into the final mix, as I am not sure about it. It is still in sketch form, and I am a bit worried about it being a bit too sentimentally ‘mystical’ rather than carrying some real honesty…

Starlight

To you whose hope

Seems stolen

Know this tender thing;

The bruised old sky above you

(Which seems to yawn indifference)

Is, in fact, leaking light.

Particles tumble down

Like this promise;

I am here

Where you are

For I know what you know

I see what you see

The fences you built are no protection

From starlight

My stars leave no shadow

Only the gentle light

Of becoming.