If only one could see them as in this NASA picture
but the moon will diminish the spectacle this year.
these brief shafts of light:
randomly they catch the eye
waking the senses
to realms apart
from the gradual strolling sky.
Glorious, dazzling trails,
redolent of the Holy Spirit’s flight,
waking or re-energising the soulto God’s deeper mysteries of life
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