We sit with knees on cold concrete

To stare straight up into the sky

That narrow circle of the heavens

Not blocked by suburbia’s lights

Silver ice diamonds

Peeking through dark night

Reminding us of the wilderness

Where our souls may take flight

Not weighted down by concrete

Or the fuss of mundane life.

Every now and then,

God adds one more gift in His benevolence

The aurora borealis

Which stirs from deep within His children

The urge to join in freedom’s dance.