The call of night

The night sky calls
Beckoning with its chilly fingers
Wanting to draw me in
Looking at a sky
 with stars
So beautiful and bright
Clear clouds
Familiar Orion
Traveling in the sky
Has hunted me out
And called me to meet him
Drawn in I go and face the sky
Praying for brothers and sisters
Far away; yet near
Under the same sky
Saying the prayers
Drawn out by unity of Spirit
Gathered and met under
a canopy of light