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.