A clockwork arrangement

A clockwork arrangement                                                           
 
Silent seem the stars in their vigil,
no one near enough to hear their earnest roaring. 
 
The moon shows its face, a clockwork arrangement
of shadow and light – mute testimony
 
of our estrangement and God’s abiding faithfulness.
It is He Who has sent Himself on this journey, apparently,
 
gathering and guiding Himself toward home. 
Infinite and solitary by nature and definition,
 
there’s no room anywhere for anyone else. 
No self means no other.  No child but the Father.
 
O child of God, sometimes
all you can do is hold the pen.

(photo by Petra Fischer)