Word Play

So, Emerson, I left my chamber
as you suggest,
to gaze upon the shooting stars
and found the moon
so brightly lit
that ne’er but one could my
eye catch

So standing out among the
night, staring, searching for the
falling light
it dawned on me, that simple truth:
we should not seek for miracles
in meteor showers–especially when
the moon so obviously illuminates
that what is already miraculous–
a home, a family, and lovely friends
a job, a dog, and the time to roam…
No need to look for divine guidance
in the stars–the key has always
been inside us.