I looked
Into the night,
And to my great delight,
I saw a thousand stars begin
To dance.
I heard
No music played,
But could feel the rhythm
Of their pirouetting ‘cross the
Night sky.
Angels
No doubt did sing
And tap their feet in time:
The universe in harmony —
What joy!
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So good to get back to Friday Fictioneers this week. If you’d like to join in with your own 100-word story, follow the link to learn how. The photo prompt this week is thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy.
A TRIP TO THE STARS
“You’ve got to be kidding!” she said looking at the row of four observatories.
“What do you mean, Honey?”
“When you described a package deal called ‘Honeymoon Under the Stars’ I thought you meant a warm, exotic beach.”
“But, Sweetheart, it’s the only place on earth to spend a week in a real observatory and study the heavens.”
“Harold, I don’t want to study the stars. I want to feel like I’ve been carried there by love … and speaking of that … how can we … you know … in that kind of place?”
“Don’t worry, my love,” he said, kissing her thoroughly. “I’ll give you a trip to the stars whether you ever look through that telescope or not.”
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Day 2 of the ‘National Poetry Writing Month’ Challenge prompts us to write a poem about the stars. We can use any form and take the poem in any direction we choose. If you’d like to join in the effort to write 30 poems in 30 days (or any number of poems at all) click on the logo and learn how easy it is.
WISE MEN STILL FOLLOW
Wise astrologers did travel from the East.
“We saw His star and followed to His place of peace.
We bowed ourselves before Him there on bended knees
And offered homage to the Babe, Creation’s King.”
Throughout the heavens multitudes of brilliant stars
Have burned for centuries and led men near and far.
But only one celestial light can guide the heart,
And men who would be wise still follow Jesus’ star.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 