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
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