MBT #15: Stars in Pennslyvania

At first I thought that the best part of the road trip was when Kaylyn and I convinced Josh to sing along to "Wonderwall" because I have never heard him sing even though other people tell me he is phenomenal and he probably is and should let us hear him more often.

But sorry, Josh.

The stars in Pennsylvania didn't really have adjectives. I didn't even realize that the stars here were fuzzy blips compared to what they could truly look like. It wasn't until I saw the awesomeness of them in an untainted sky that it hit me how I had mistaken the mediocre for the magnificent, the fake for the authentic. And I still love the sky here. I still think the stars are beautiful, I still think it's incredible how I can make out the dark areas on the moon from here, I still think that the light pollution is eerily pretty. But it's just that whenever I look up now, I can't help but think of what I've seen.

Humor them:
allow the grandeur of the stars
to unsettle You
shrink You
humble You so that You stand
as the speck you are
no spark of blazing plasma
within You
unable to provide light
for Yourself,
let alone anyone else.
Allow the sprawled constellations
fallen star
weary night plains
inspire You
rob You of your breath
with its hemisphere
stratosphere
atmosphere
a reminder so that You never forget
that You are vastly outnumbered
as You stand among the dust of the earth
that cries for water
You are unable to give

And so You sit

And wait

I think I'm gonna need to go back again and just sit. And wait.